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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535670" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Some Ways Of Looking At A Black Mouse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">[to the reader: <br>This is part of a series poem...this one<br>follows 'Instead of You Today One Black Mouse' <br>which should be read before this one for greater<br>context. There is a playing going on in both<br>poems which is not only about love had and lost, <br>a black mouse that shows up, as well as a dove, <br>the day before the lover returns permanently <br>to live in native country of India. There is <br>a Wallace Stevens' playing with notions of <br>poetry, meaning, and more, and a playing with<br>language and signs which shall hopefully lend<br>some jarring but enjoyable takes/slants/songs/<br>glyphs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you see the 'x's<br>in the poem, read<br>'times' as in the <br>math sign for multi-<br>plication. & of course<br>the = sign should <br>be read as 'equals']</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">keep saying/<br>writing 'mouth'<br>when I want to<br>speak of the<br>black 'mouse'<br>which seems to<br>have left soon<br>after it appeared<br>as you departed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Mouth' and<br>'mouse', <br>'black mouth', <br>open and shut.<br> <br>The window, <br>the casings<br>fall, clatter<br>scattering the<br>dove brown <br>upon the space<br>between the<br>escape escaping<br>what is become<br>poise no<br>longer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Mouth', the<br>stronger, is.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is blackness, <br>I think, insisting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">its way past thinking<br>into mouth or ink</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so it is that<br>lips which are</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes pink, <br>swollen, as if to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kiss, miss the dove<br>by a wink, and the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mouse is somewhere<br>else, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">at, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">passed to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">other spaces</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>still I feel you, <br>you're here, big<br>ears, black fur <br>of Mind<br> <br>still love, I moan <br>this morning saying <br>aloud before the <br>covers are kicked </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>he is gone, <br>hands x 4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is gone, <br>feet x 4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is gone, <br>lips x 4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is gone, <br>heavy groin x 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is gone, <br>heavy groan x 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the chimney flue<br>suddenly<br>in a little<br>breeze from<br>above<br>loosens the ancient<br>ash from the caked<br>brick</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x countless</div><div style="margin:10px 0">number and the<br>anxious hands, again, <br>against the grain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 4</div><div style="margin:10px 0">push one finger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into that ash<br>writes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 2 two names</div><div style="margin:10px 0">plus 1 subtracted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">from the empty<br>escape</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and another day<br>of counting</div><div style="margin:10px 0">minutes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">hours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x seconds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of seconds is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">begun begging</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Love, yes, <br>backing in</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the floor where we<br>lay our cluttered<br>clothes deposed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x at least 3</div><div style="margin:10px 0">take me once<br>again one</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x infinity</div><div style="margin:10px 0">into your arms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 2</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and leave me when<br>you/we are done doing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 0</div><div style="margin:10px 0">a mere cypher flown<br>sheer up the flue<br>into the blue ash<br>which now the sky </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(there is <br> only one<br> sky) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a dove flies<br>into some <br>possibility<br>of memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or not</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 35 thousand</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x plus the time it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">takes for you to exit<br>shedding skins shells<br>(I am a shell) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">x infinity into</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the one drain in-<br>to ocean reflecting<br>the ash of what remains <br>of you on the beach <br>bathing soft Junes, <br>the organ grinder<br>smiles/sings 'te <br>amo, amor fati' <br>mellifluously<br>from the boardwalk<br>Coney cotton candy <br>disposed in gales<br>from breaking<br>waves, tumbles, <br>smears, speared<br>on the weathered<br>wood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x planks from</div><div style="margin:10px 0">many trees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x ants in the</div><div style="margin:10px 0">roots lumber-<br>ing their end-<br>less burdens<br>black or red<br>carapaces as<br>if shining<br>sand or sugar<br>unspun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x grains untold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as hairs, their<br>bodies follicles<br>delicate, when<br>under the June<br>glass espied<br>magnified count-<br>less, collected, <br>caught upon the<br>webbed threads<br>of your large<br>soft towel with<br>the palm tree<br>sewn upon</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that I have burned<br>in the old grate, <br>a first fire<br>long awaited</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>x 30 years since</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the last, <br>undisturbed by<br>carbon dates</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x all times</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>black mouth<br>yawns sun into<br>the window frame</div><div style="margin:10px 0">yellow the<br>other flame </div><div style="margin:10px 0">intended name <br>smears on the <br>glass an accidental<br>pane, Mind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x hands touching it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">delicate as trespass<br>what is allowed lace <br>of vision</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x want</div><div style="margin:10px 0">= at last a sum</div><div style="margin:10px 0">= a remorse felt</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>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">June</div><div style="margin:10px 0">steeps</div><div style="margin:10px 0">tur ns</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 or</div><div style="margin:10px 0">special, but </div><div style="margin:10px 0">troubles, troubles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">only of passing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">birds enamored-of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(their lighter<br>bones) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 the Jersey side? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">occluded <br>silhouettes<br>contrails <br>glyphs &<br>Maxwell House <br>'Good To The Last Drop'<br>sign, <br>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>(momento 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<br>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 &<br>that satisfying<br>hiss of compacted<br>air hissing out<br>from within <br>compressed now<br>released<br>the smell<br>then<br>of coffee fresh<br>not yet brewed<br>in the 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 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 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">Palisades cliffs <br>above bridge tilt<br>toward, always, <br>currents, the river<br>over-<br>flows north-<br>wards<br>tides rare defy-<br>ing the moon<br>that other pull, <br>you<br>live the other<br>side of<br>sand<br>the palm sewn<br>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 'mouse'<br>allude perhaps<br>to river 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>depths their vespers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">intone</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I am, unkindly, <br>left remembering<br>once was laughter<br>spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seeking out<br>between bodies<br>valleys eternally<br>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">hand over 'mouse'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or 'mouth' conjured</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 1 more</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 legs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x 4, 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"><br>the arms</div><div style="margin:10px 0">x no more<br>embraces</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<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>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">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">x 1 black 'mouth'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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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