by Mark DuCharme
"For small erections may be finished by their first architects; grand ones, true ones, ever leave the copestone to posterity. God keep me from ever completing anything. This whole book is but a draught - nay, but the draught of a draught. Oh, Time, Strength, Cash, and Patience."
"Why hide what you mean behind natural data?"
- - Herman Melville
- -Jack Kerouac
1Jammed into her knitting
Framework. This seething
Racket, which cannot
Dwell -& Chambers, where
Our drydock had been
Lifted.
That those things I balked, withstood mostChalky -
As on a dormer, sun lending
Weight to an impermanent
Address. A beach, aThing eroded. Entry
Into the encoded world or
Born (bloom). Dream
Latelies of aberrantSky.
The settings were nestled
Roundly, on their
Bridgework. NewtonMisunderstood that.
& The stars, which are cherished
Objects in a long dead
Game. Lend me aPrimary, else subsume this
Furnace.
The air is sweet;
& SoonYou will concede her
Sentiments. I didn't
Understand
All the amusing sensationsWe're supposed to have
Felt -
But I confess, these thoughts are
Truly my own!The fruitcake was hot,
Sweetened by
Anticipation. Wastage,
In a gloat orPar. But I am happy
Man!
& Then, rectangularly, to announce his
Coming. That does not cure, but graze.The runway goes South....
Crusts &
Drifts of the binary
Signatures. EntryInto the encoded world or
Born (broom)....
Infringement
On the code to yield. But now I amRelief! She size him
Up; a
Country or its indoctrination.
Air of tethers, air ofConjunctions. The fruitcake was hot,
Sweetened by
Moisture. Do you understand the
Assignment?I had meant that
Successive trajectories
Should be plied most
Greedily. & Now,Because of the inactive hookup
You've managed to
Botch or drool -Let me
Take this opportunity to congratulate you
On your
State of mind.Angle of bird, o'er the wide
Screen. This
Gainly, or conducive night.
Mix'd w/Enmities, forms a
Thrush.
& Although it
Burns, there is no heat.
2The age escapes him. Lane,
Of blighted
Palms along a map.
Or, an integrative seriesOf houses on a beach. This
Landscape which changes
Us, at every
Saleable opportunity.The panic caved,
But we're left unresolved
& Flourishing, in fact, into diverse stimuli...
ChildrenCaught in the unerring move toward
Flight. A beach, a
Thing eroded.
You start to feel these things will repeat themselves,Entirely without our
Being aware of it.
The municipal businessman was fully clothed.
Coming here, as toward a city."Yes I see," said the wine-dark man as he put down his
Saw.
& Trapped emotions of its benzoate
MediumThat does not cure but graze.
On the page, the wire's
Torn. Entry
Into the encoded world orBorn (that it
Errantly reveals).
I never wanted this I wanted
Serially toEnquire. The children
Fled, or I
Removed them....
IssuantTo detractors, in a
Style or vase.
I had one or more brief rumpling
Experiences.Constructed
Gaze, or an intermittency
& The children, being aware of it.
The subject was disturbed.
3The subject was distributed;
Restraint a use in
Falling things. Bruise
Tendency, toAbsorptive matter -
& Then, rectangularly, to announce his coming.
I didn't
UnderstandAll the amusing sensations
We're supposed to have
Felt - but lifted
Off our backs, or in aService field,
Enlightenment drew
Nearer. Inflicted,
Or drew back in facets -But finally, to have understood the
Windy assignments.
Universe
Of its physical constancy.Phys-
ical constancy & easements
O'er the redundant
Privilege. TheseSpaces which loom or
Contain us.... No
Company can grow on trees.
But imagine the effect one hundredThousand times
Over. Mallarmé was a great
Instigator.
That it was plied orDriven faster,
Into the subsumed trees. This
Furnace of increments
& Deflectors, wagedAbove the startling
Crew.
Or nearly a time bomb, to assume its
Constancy. I stare out atThe street,
& Watch
The children falling. It is a plaintive day -
& Trees are brightlyFeathered. Stars which
Foster this.
The age escapes us -
But still we're honor bound& Flourishing, in fact, into diverse stimuli.
As represen-
tations of unnatural
Events. (The children falling dumbly in theStreets) -
& Released themselves onto the interceding
Rain.
The studies were broken - palpablyInhibited (that
Resistance forms a
Corollary,
To events or unnaturalAgencies).
I had wanted this required
Even at the outset
Where children or intruders wandered back,& Everything was infected with this enormous rumor
I'd thought about for years.
We are finished with all those housefires now,
& Can danceInto the cool breeze. Years pass humming,
Humming & biting
At the lip.
4As enmities which shift
Along a line of action discon-
tinuous
W/ the receding past. ThatChildren or comedies con-
verge
On the balky sidewalks.
Yet even the plagiarist has some exactingStandards
To which he crucially must
Yield. By glissant or
Excoriating cities,Waiting for the
Tandem. The conventioneers strode
Into a dawn of business
Interests.Only to have our conservatism
Renewed
On the face of it. In
Western philosophy everyEra
Was seen by the previous as
Being in
Error. Inclement housing,On a competing scale. Consent a round or
Bluish faction -
Desisters
In the cool or pungentSkirt
Who'd consumed three or four times their
Size, before drowning.
Glyph ofBlood on my nail. & Since you're so concerned -
I do at
Intervals comprise the
Locket.Data
To the formative or
Born. The leisure was southerly...
That our notebook had becomeUseful -
& Extracts
Itself w/ glistening
Rain. As enmities composed byThrush -
To flaunt w/ careful bedlam.
Yet these too crucially must yield
To a permissive brushfireIn the night without blocks,
In the day where you are altering
The crib.
5Writing writes itself -
Thought locked in parks,
Like pages were metaphors
For pages. TrueArchitects are the grand
Erections.
It was a Sunday where you are
Disengaged -Pages which shift them -
Or meant that
In the nicest
Way possible....Children falling dumbly in the
Streets.
As permissive brushfires to its glistening
Rain.In the
Dust of our exclusions,
The world becomes paradise;
VenturesInto the known world or
Born (withstood) -
A
Data to our flourishingRelief. Centuries are
Infringement. The
Catalog which remained
Open -& Cities nestled dumbly on the
Plain.
The
Duty to attentionIs not unbecoming.
Though prior storage or
Retrieval
'S expressly heeded,Without
Permission in writing from the
Author or his
Heirs. TheseInterruptions which phase us
Out, at every
Saleable opportunity....
Its genius was inFolded-up things -
A yard or reveries made
Unbearable by their intermittency.Information stems
From its arousal.
But I'm really not
Interested anymore, in the one-time offer.Pen the lake or its inherency -
Lists of the wattage bee.
6The Rep strode
Into a world of frightening
Rain.
Sways easily, in the conflictingRain (released
Itself upon the garment).
Something comparable to the enormous rumor
We'd tried to argue, but could not be nailed down toEven because of the children falling;
Writing writes itself.
The denouement was clearly
Underfoot. But now IAm
Relief! (She size him
Up); a
Country, or its indoctrination....To be instances of,
Say, a drive
Through Bloomfield, Illi-
nois (there is noBloomfield, Illinois).
Making our getaway all the more comforting....
Enviable
Shifts in the world'sErosions.
The ambassor had corrupted the village.
His good looks were resolute,
Tensed by further delay....Information
Fostered, in its yammering
Load -
Unto a sphere or itsEmbottled earth.
The frightening procedures grew minimal;
Decoding embittered few
Patrolmen.Unto those others who had soon got tired -
That gourds or jewels were
Set. This
Errant evening of choices, belts -& To the same degree, who
Statutorially was in
Error -
Exiting our embottled earth to sing. There wereCulminations, species -
Quantities which refuse
Our prying.
Maybe the other one could set an example of tremendousGarments -
On the table, at the bank where they are looking
In.
Crumpled gloomily near the end of itsStorage -
Or famished hordes, that trees are brightly
Quelled.
The expedition hit a further snag.Anyone who was completed or looking in....
I know the jetty & its conflicting paths -
Oblique evenings on the docks by the hangar.
Night was crumpled in its broken-downRumor (that it errantly
Reveals) -
7Restraint a use in falling things -
& The children being aware of it.
Who move speechlessly, to
Enwrapt & the sum-drivenTotals of its
Bookage. The plane goes
South....
Crusts & drifts of theHills' erosions. Why
Hide what you mean behind natural
Data?
A dative orInstructed sphere, to the ready-known;
& Gradually, built up to the necessary rehearsal.
The
Dawdlers hitThe dock.... Crush
Prelate, on the existing
Matter.
& Depletes a useful storage to itsLode. The wind spread
Angularly the seasons.... Its
Genius was in
Folded-up things;Unbearable congruence of the
Averted yard -
As entering
The room by force.Natural emergencies are the sustainable
Endings.
We can't hear the door being slammed
Shut. But what have all yourGood looks now
To cost you?
In the night where they are calling,
InThe day where they are
Looking
Back at it (houses which
Foster this).True architects are their own eruptions.
On the white washed plain -
8An agency of birds;
That their thrashings were
Concurrent,
Charred....The stars would obfuscate.
Thus to be a bandleader signals nothing;
An ignominy or
Threnody, as you prefer. OLeaders of our climate....
The erosions were
Signal'd, plastic &
Leaderless, toPiers.
That stars would bare their
Company. Information also is
Speculative; I see theRafters, guiding toward
Our speechless-
ness. I
Am one of manyExamples - distractions shifting
Over my shoulder.
What am I doing when I'm typing these
Things -As if a rafter could become more
Obvious.
& The heart, photographed - mildly
Flourishing -Extracts itself upon the
Table....
Writing signals
Nothing - the trace, orPhotographed, w/ cloud
In hand. Looking
Over your shoulder
As the seasons which spreadAngularly.
Wind veers off
To the left.
9The new look
Punishes you.... Collapsed subway, or
Repentent
Ending, to theStory. That children were running, or could
Overhear them -
Entering
The room by force;& Terrains are brightly
Quelled.
She had destroyed that possibility for good, it seems.
CoinDe la rue; crowd
On the table.... Lest we plea
Insightfully, to the discursive ridge.
& The feeling that stragglers aren't getting enough -Seen here, to exhaust those findings.
Assail
Package into present
Area. The platen buckled;Conducive to letting go -
As if patents flourished at oblique
Seasons -
Or conceived itself more durable....A far
Reaching interval or afternoon.
The author-
ity to quell.& Comprehensively to bolt them;
Yet even their generals stood in disbelief....
Gorgeous
Full moon, o'erThe premises.
As if patents flourished at oblique
Seasons - a content
Interruptive of itsStirrings.
You are left to disregard, or
Exhaust those findings....
BriefRumpling, of the armory noises.
Repeated, so that its message was lost -
To dwell
Excitedly, on the discursive ridge.As if redundancy
Had anything to do with letting go.
The brilliant jaywalkers stroll by the shoal.
It was timeFor something like that to happen.
10(As intricate voicings, their
Rehearsals) -
Thus, the seizure
Becomes all the more comforting. TheseNatural pressures indeed are
Really without price. I paid the
Landlady, to have to forego such
Storage.... In the chillAutumn tower;
Her cancerous dread fill'd the
Room. & I
Again urge you, to takeA look at the latest
Figures. (Studies which
Dispell them)....
ANatural heat fills this, our
Water....
Rights of
Diminishment; the children fled theTerritory.
As reasons which shift
Our confidence, in any imperial
Pallor.The work was done, & he would soon join her;
Committing the book,
Or blocks of it,
To memory.She had tried to
Voice her stature, at the last
Cookout.
& Pried, at intricate voicings, theirRehearsals.
Mainly to consume the hardhitting examples.
Something impeded or written in.
Even as one or two who had stopped listening.
11It is a crime
To photocopy a dollar bill
Full size. The afflictions
Which loom orDesignate them. Placements
Of regret. It
Is a crime, to
Photograph the heart.& Studies the fuchsia in the mouth of a diamond.
Which
Loom or contain us.
The studies were broken - palpablyInhibited (that resistance
Forms a corollary
To events or unnatural
Agencies).Extended like wildfire - &
Here our research
Is a sustenance,
Like fluency.... The backdropTo all his mannered or
Retentive brushfire. Insignia
Blazoned on the mouth.
& What to speak, orInterfere
With the construction of parkways,
Res-
ervoirs. In theNight where they are calling,
In
The day where you are
LookingBack at him. (That resistance
Forms a corollary
To the seen, the
Unheeded).I had wanted to draw
A line of feelings
Intermittent to
Its uses. That the writtenDecoded in parks. The studies were
An undercurrent
To what was
Conventionally risen. The rules were leavened,Fruitless.
& What was said,
Memorable only in the sense
That information also isPlastic.
Copyright © 1998 by Mark DuCharme.
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