01/02/08
[Synchronicity I believe they call it . . .
Yes, Houston! crude refinery plumes,
Port Authority, rising monument Star,
imports, factories, factions, risings,
sweat, tears, blood,
Bud Light entrails entreat into
Deluges deluges of
Everlasting
oil
refining
oil
refining
oil
refining
Oil refining oil refining oil refining oil refining oil
(In Houston, city of my birth]
refinery towers fume agape-
Fester, rise, plume, Olympian flame-
Agape, agape before us, in vapours bathed,
Everlasting deluge of
Crude refining Crude refining
Cabarets and Cabarets and
Bud Light strobe-lights, lightnings,
Budding abroad the waves and heights
Of this city.)
...Refineries and recent readings render
Synchonicity of sorts;
' "Tread gently please," plead, whisper
Skeleton refineries
,' Says my rising blood amidst this city,
City of my birth;
Houston plumes, inflamed, say in
So much sodium and crude:
'My child, tread gently on my girth.'
1/19/07, 'Et les soldats faisaient la haie?'
Said he to the waiter,
'Garçon:
Save me some bacon, no fat;
Deal me some veal, no death.'
'Sir!' tried the waiter but floundered;
Gave the man bread; took it
Away when he spit
It out.
('-Dry and stale.')
'Sir,' tried the waiter again, but froze when
The man spit the wine
And said, 'I prefer Eagle.
Bring me the Eagle.'
'How many eagles, sir?
How many trumpets?
How many festivals, feasts, and atonements?'
'-Nay! Eagles have talons
And eyeballs their own
-I want the EAGLE:
Pour me, abort thee the course;
Fork me divorce from the Whore, not the Child;
Embody me Body, but no Corpus Christi.'
'Sir,' said the waiter at last,
So he said:
'You ask not for bacon.
You ask not for veal.
You ask not for bread.
You ask not for wine.'
-rick
