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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535664" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Scroll For New York City - A Son To His Sums of Eros & Father, Oh! & The River</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">torques </div><div style="margin:10px 0">into soft </div><div style="margin:10px 0">teas</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>June</div><div style="margin:10px 0">steeps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">turns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">steaming</div><div style="margin:10px 0">said window</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(and torsos) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">said prints </div><div style="margin:10px 0">views obscured</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of nothing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in particular </div><div style="margin:10px 0">or special, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but </div><div style="margin:10px 0">troubles, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">troubles only </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of passing birds </div><div style="margin:10px 0">enamored-of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(their lighter<br>bones) </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>or</div><div style="margin:10px 0">are they</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cloud and shadow, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">merely the steep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sun declining ashen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into New Jersey? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">occluded </div><div style="margin:10px 0">silhouettes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">contrails </div><div style="margin:10px 0">glyphs &</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Maxwell House sign</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Good To The Last Drop'<br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the familiar <br>cup for decades <br>tipped<br>tips &</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(out-spilled) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">drop</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 0 suspends</div><div style="margin:10px 0">o suspends trembling<br>reflected in the water<br>river made of the many</div><div style="margin:10px 0">countless drops</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x (again) infinity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x (surprised) my <br>father there<br>(memento mori) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">opening the<br>can all blue with<br>the same cup tilted<br>spilling that dark<br>brown dropp imprinted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x (the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dove, to recall, <br>brown, shaped like<br>said drop, now<br>flown, or) finally<br>spilled into water, <br>river currents<br>downward, to bottom<br>pulled sort/sift <br>my father always <br>complaining of grift, <br>a weather man by trade, <br>a cloud man once a pilot <br>WW2 drifting often since<br>enough into sky, <br>he turns<br>the silver opener<br>butterflied <br>round and round</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with effort his<br>arthritic com-<br>plaints upon the<br>ridged silver top<br>of the can blue<br>with coffee <br>'course grind'<br>the better to drip<br>with within that <br>satisfying hiss <br>compacted air <br>hissing out<br>from compression<br>now released<br>the smell<br>then of coffee <br>fresh not yet <br>brewed in the <br>kitchen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the twist of<br>the edge jagged<br>silver metal<br>carefully turned<br>with fingers to<br>break the remain-<br>ing stem of metal<br>holding the round<br>to the can entire<br>unsealed now try<br>without spilling<br>the grounds<br>out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x at least 100 thousand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to guess having no<br>acumen with numbers<br>and math but father's<br>over<br>there in the cup tilted<br>over <br>spilling into<br>o endlessly<br>it's seams, it seems<br>from river bank <br>into memory which <br>is, already <br>over-said<br>overheard redundantly<br>as river<br>and time, <br>this one<br>now recalled<br>to Mind, dad, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">dad<br>the cloud drift<br>and the flows<br>the tides beside<br>the city <br> both sides<br>is as ancient<br>as it always was<br>& is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as in the beginning<br>was darkness over deep <br>water & a word, any word<br>really would do it, <br>form something<br>out of deep, of<br>dark, of water<br>which shapes it-<br>self only by outer<br>circumstance, <br>in this case<br>a word<br>leading up to<br>this -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Palisades cliffs <br>above bridge tilt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">toward, always, <br>currents, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the river<br>over-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">flows north-<br>wards</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tides rare defy-<br>ing the moon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that other pull, <br>you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">live the other<br>side of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sand<br>the palm sewn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">swaying adhered<br>to Mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">still, to pass the<br>time now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the sooty hand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">over black<br>'mouth'<br>or word<br>allude perhaps<br>to river's at<br>city's start<br>up from water</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the silver bay<br>capped, remembering<br>frigates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x countless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">ferries torn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Tories be-<br>tween seas<br>wars<br>vast to<br>the east</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x duplicating</div><div style="margin:10px 0">waves, stretches<br>the narrows, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the necks with<br>rocks strewn, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the lonely buoyless<br>waves over depths </div><div style="margin:10px 0">their vespers<br>intone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">once was laughter<br>spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeking out<br>between bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">continents<br>valleys eternally</div><div style="margin:10px 0">shifting eluding<br>rapture </div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">whisper </div><div style="margin:10px 0">contraction<br>of sentinel <br>bells against<br>each of each<br>reaching</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 2, the clappers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 20,000</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(of bells <br>anatomy there<br>is much to <br>say <br>(of the <br>elements, <br>zinc, copper, <br>tin, & more<br>while not for-<br>getting brass<br>more commonly<br>used) <br>of infusion<br>into cuppolas </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the beating<br>the shaping <br>heat also to <br>be given account <br>amounts much into <br>bells conformed <br>gracefully out<br>in the end, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but only<br>as metal, <br>sharp tongues<br>blunted can of <br>bells then speak </div><div style="margin:10px 0">tonally only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">overtones inviolate </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in violent swings <br>side to side the <br>hard knock shocks<br>into, quake into<br>belfry beyond<br>dance of iron <br>bronze overtaking<br> &<br>annunciant round <br>of hammers) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">so many dawns</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x so many goings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">down of the sun</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>x fortune the lips</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x myriad ones gone</div><div style="margin:10px 0">before of murmurers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of thee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I adore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in timbre</div><div style="margin:10px 0">thru the </div><div style="margin:10px 0">window rings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the arms too</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wring out </div><div style="margin:10px 0">breath to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x no more</div><div style="margin:10px 0">embraces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into indolence </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>This, just to <br>reintroduce some<br>levity </div><div style="margin:10px 0">for we (loves) <br>were many day-ed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x merry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we merrily played<br>harming no one, <br>not even the<br>mouse unmoved</div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps, watching<br>perhaps, still, <br>still, from beneath<br>the god you insisted<br>be excluded from<br>all our nakedness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1 too many breaths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">exchanged, groped</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x many ropes all our</div><div style="margin:10px 0">wanting </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>father loves<br>with his cup<br>his pipe songs<br>of love<br>of love will<br>he dance between<br>the violent fasts<br>from love, <br>our mother, with, <br>fast around around<br>& around the danced<br>living room<br>phonograph brass <br>loud plays<br>where June<br>curtains sway<br>me and Mr. Miller<br>(Glenn) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I stand behind<br>them the curtained<br>dancer entranced<br>entered into/<br>upon a mystery <br>how one could<br>be so, well, <br>swell, so <br>marvelous & <br>so cruel, (upon <br>one silver stem <br>hangs the metal <br>tin top jags <br>tears at <br>memory edge <br>opens facts</div><div style="margin:10px 0">FACT</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that there was love, <br>there was love after<br>all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can see<br>it smell it<br>feel it there<br>dancing round<br>the living</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one dropp Mr.<br>Maxwell holds, <br>hold on to &<br>upon goodness<br>brown pulled<br>from below down<br>& dark into deep<br>such this is<br>the riddle it is<br>all now become<br>since you<br>departed, love</div><div style="margin:10px 0">since you<br>departed I shall<br>count backward by<br>3's then by 4's<br>these father<br>memories<br>torquing <br>the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">door which once<br>embraced you now<br>never lets you</div><div style="margin:10px 0">go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x brooms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or releases</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now you, love<br>are new memory<br>hands emptier<br>sensitive finger-<br>tips filligreed<br>prints your <br>body hairs <br>sifted imprinted<br>touching softly<br>x all the x's<br>here accounted<br>for, listed, <br>besos as kisses <br>scribbles, notes, <br>letters, <br>no matter<br>the black or<br>blue tide</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of thee<br>O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">what<br>slips out <br>ebbs black<br>back into lapis </div><div style="margin:10px 0">lapses into what <br>self is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">uttered/poured, <br>scored trans-<br>parent upon <br>surfaces</div><div style="margin:10px 0">faces which are<br>even<br>eyes which now<br>glaze with love/<br>loss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">beside the flue</div><div style="margin:10px 0">glaze upon the<br>pane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the black<br>mouse remains</div><div style="margin:10px 0">stays, <br>is many, <br>a multitude<br>of petals</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the jasmine<br>unspurned<br>at last</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at last/least<br>O return<br>soft Junes<br>the lips of<br>which are<br>sometimes<br>pink, of<br>lavender<br>swollen, as if<br>to kiss</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x Maxwell the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">house the cup<br>O Mr. Miller <br>an O'Day serenade<br>plays close <br>...'Hi ho trailus <br>boot whip<br>boo boo daddy<br>floy floy'...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the late night<br>suppers of chops<br>the peeled onions<br>the laughter the <br>potatoes boil<br>& bubble in the<br>pot then<br>father<br>to dance<br>the butter in<br>the sizzle in<br>the cast iron<br>pan</div><div style="margin:10px 0">their vespers<br>now descant, <br>descend<br>...'How high <br>the moon...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>hungry<br>the<br>dish it has<br>all become<br>feast for<br>black 'mouth'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& mouse makes again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 3 the antinomies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a string </div><div style="margin:10px 0">of pearls </div><div style="margin:10px 0">anemones</div><div style="margin:10px 0">& thee O lover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">bring all them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">back, so many, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to me now </div><div style="margin:10px 0">x Pennsylvania 6-500.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Warren+Falcon">Warren Falcon</a><div class=q>
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