#156 - at the conference junket

6.6.20

156

at the conference junket

this is it pretty well verbatim

forget my room number

forget why I’m here

and here again

of course though there are inklings

no need to travel anymore

I’m always already on my way

writing this down in the great waking tide

against

won’t yet be

forget my panic for a fascination

just today’s poem in here – call it duty

know I’ve reshaped myself and seeing

and back to the fray

I’m recognized

still brought to the lounge

(I have hovered, found a way, but now)

told they are reprobates

I know they are

I think – Americans mainly

all the one beard or might as well be

I almost say you see can see why they say…

on the bus, is it?

more of a stadium

hand on my shoulder suggests

intrigue

a long time lost between conversations

in that family left to introduce myself

hajimemashite doozo yoroshiku onegaitashimasu

such strangeness

they are cold

it’s centuries of training

the correspondences arbitrary if meaning

who are these ones? – style cripples, foundering tongues

they take the language away – I’m alone

then it’s as if I’ve come out

that quarter, gingerbread almost

not yet

their faces, that street

I could ask for Central

or be lost and go with it  

see their faces

will I fit in a word?

the hard thing is sex

must not be spoken

what lips

and I’m arms up out with the wonder  

the headgear all icing

cake decoration

bright I mean

not to taste

they are all urgent and gone

and then of a sudden

drab streets

tall tenement walls

as if in a first shooter game

I feel no fear but that I should

can’t see that

but I see in the dark

see through it

none  of this can be the day

very often wonder

what kind of craft is it

could have brought

joy of as if my own creation

keep walking and wonder

which way the souk?

and if I retrace

but already I know

the streets I came

will never  be there again

just so

come into the open stars

know by the planets close

this is another world

and, as with everything suspected

swim home in the air

(no one else does

but all know that you can…

that wink glint each to each

tells he dreams

… dreams still

… and let him)

 …

from the fire to this lost song

you could go anywhere in there

but don’t … it’s why immortality

it’s as if so far into this dusk

the dawn were coming now

someone shows an arrow out

that arrow never lands

type it all up in daylight

ask

is it every night

such a world

where I am lost and lose

?

my own wheeze brings me round