Lakey Teasdale
from Distance of Sea extended. Virginia: compare by measure of weight
1
maybe you would have told her. Anyway.
Narrative appeared.
Understanding began and. It was.
Perhaps
actually warm that day.
Striking you as contemporary.
As bombs and/or suicide.
2
intentional. Penetrates. Not necessarily more.
Warm. the chill chill wind: airt due North. Just north.
Intimate edge of.
Time & due.
In
forming, informing.
Fully observed, disconcerts.
She paces. paced.
3
Layers. Of layers.
of cannot. Simply.
cannot. Remember?
Ask. To be certain.
4
whether created the.
Observe voices and judgement.
For example: Years ago. Years ago.
His grandfather warned them:
World's all out of control!
The alarum
5
They wept.
Exigent liturgical shock.
Captured a fleet!
and the branches.
Articulate space.
Letters have weight one cannot fathom.
Cannot. At all. From here distant as
Leaves.
The gold leaves.
Illuminati.
Enunciate content.
Imply per aspera enviable adscript.
Speak.
Past regretting.
Regret.
6
Leaves.
The gold leaves.
Illuminati.
Enunciate content.
Imply per aspera enviable adscript.
Speak.
Past regretting.
Regret.
7
Eight tons. maybe a boat?
or. a wreck?
Eight tons:
the fish landing?
Counted in boxes?
Tractors, bales of hay, heads of kye?
as they say.
the Night-wrack.
*
memory bottled
covered in tides
retrospection. re-
mote. covered in
*
None of which. Sing. Avoirdupois.
Redolent. Post-storm. Perfection.
None of which. Sang. Avoirdupois.
Redolent. Post-storm. Destruction
The Rueful Morgue
Part I - The Rueful Morgue
and the rueful morgue with its sisters of mercy, sisters.
never let it be said that something other than a word
or two or three in close succession can kill.
The rape of the Sabines in the mouths of some
would infer they brought it on themselves.
But let us not digress.
The point of this is pointed
where you want it.
A kind of voyeurism passed
mouth to mouth
month to month
and yet, no satisfaction.
Only shows some of her
symptoms sometimes. And that
sometimes never comes. It never comes.
And the old hag is not so green as she
is cabbage looking. They of the limpid
lingua languid clapshot altruism. Spit.
The murderess stands in the dock before the judge
No, that's not it at all.
She crawls on all fours
and it wasn't murder anyway
He died of natural causes
That part is easy.
Children wish people dead.
And then they die.
And you have seen inside her conscience.
You have seen.
The murderess?
Part II - The Rueful Morgue
and the rueful morgue with its sisters of mercy, sisters.
never let it be said that something other than a word
or two or three in close succession can kill.
It really is quite simple, had you driven through June
The effort, the effort, the court jester just did her best,
even, in a pinch, doubled in brass as the Inamorata.
She never could tell fantasy from fiction.
And when the audience wishes Shakespeare,
why here is Guildenstern.
Ask her to do the siren, she drinks it on the rocks.
Want a trip back to McSorley's?
Summon her, summon her
He comes when she calls.
And she calls a lot, whether or not
she is asked to. She calls a lot.
Only takes a quick change and
He said it was small change
on the floor. Ringing hollow.
And doesn't take the work seriously.
She must be lacking in intelligence.
But Bartelby was a scrivener, Gov'nuh. She wasn't a theoretician.
Couldn't change the spots on The Leopard and wouldn't bother.
But, yes. They killed the old roan all the same.
That must be evident. Just read to the end of the chapter.
And she sat and sits beneath the tree daily. The weight of letters
is enough to cripple her. They easily weigh eight tons if tons
had been translated into distance of sea.
One more than seven. Eight. The dedication of struggling.
The dedication of admitting. The dedication of thieves.
Is it possible that anyone cannot perceive the dedication of
a bow? It needed no translation. The gesture is eloquent.
In any language.
Did she look inside the ashes? She wanders there still
but cannot find the words for them. She never could.
Does not know where to look for them or find them, if she did.
That alone would cause the whole of you or some to
give pause. Pause. Please. Just retract your claws for a minute.
Sorrow? Does not begin to touch Dierdre behind the curtains.
You haven't got a clue and you ain't seen nothing yet. No. You ain't.
She shows it when and where she chooses. Sometimes she chooses not.
And there is such as thing as trust.
Which must be earned. And either
you have earned it or
There is more than one way to murder her
There is the above.
And what followed
him and follows still.
No one would dream of trying to cover a Shetland mare
with a sixteen hander. That is just cruelty. Poetry can be cruel.
Part III - The Rueful Morgue
and the rueful morgue with its sisters of mercy, sisters.
never let it be said that something other than a word
or two or three in close succession can kill.
And perhaps one cannot ask the murderer to admit
the murder or the torturer to confess the torture when
we allow it to continue. Chapter by Chapter.
Twice Murdered?
Three times shy.
