Monday, August 1, 2022
Rural Songs from the Gunboat
sweet wheeze ka → boom
ether loiter troll transcendence
in the riparian quench of a stalled orthodoxy
edges toy beginnings
soil plum(b)s porosity
declawed serenades sprinkle the field,
flake-offs from dispirited mechanisms, tune-
less, blunt, root
idential, roil whereabouts, consider plantings
the hurt fled otherwise
the night sky
bud pubescent hammock gruel sift surmise palpitant outline sketch dialysis wriggle configure calve wary callow brink manifestation mulls
milk prep curdle cradle abeyance ladle crop fickle in the lurk bellows
pattern prolix curvature zeal
edge assemble consultation brew constituency poach pattern probe loft
in the mould formative knead
‘When making an axe handle the pattern is not far off.’
where in the
armature reel stencil dart pattern pluck pluperfect comatose rain
-- how many configurations bedeck the plank –
where in the
stamped in armature signature slap where is ambage? recalcitrance?
lurking in distillate residual prehistoric psychic trench -- tomahawk sun, wood ar-
ousal – loaf-affiliates saunter, float silhouettes, draw the
Note: SHAPE SLUMBER emerges from Heidegger’s notion of a cabinetmaker’s apprenticeship. He asserts that the teaching is not merely one of learning the utility of the tools & the forms he is to build, but, most importantly, & above all, ‘to respond to the different kinds of wood and to the shapes slumbering within wood – to wood as it enters into man’s dwelling with all the hidden riches of its nature. In fact, this relatedness to wood [my italics] is what maintains the whole craft.’
This ‘relatedness’ includes the smell, feel, & tone of the wood, . . . its pulsative vocalisms.
The ‘draw,’ in the 3rd to last line, would denote the draw as configuring (as in artistic ‘drawing’,) as well as the ‘drawing’ near, the bringing to, the shapes appearing.
whereupon the dark rang forecast falter felony
upbeat melody plea fidelity quell threnody days like this proper attire propel pinch a beat crash a cymbal starlit bowsprit turnabout heave heave come to me cleave(oh―age) my darling pluck a’here pluck there turps rubout scrub on all fours floorboard scratch squeak ploan moan yesterday’s clothing even under the radar pathos visible has a way unerring divisibility surmise come as you are watch for seepage planetary rotation is indistinguishable from Buddhism (?) in & out burger gas prices counting shades of confinement perpetuity complex liner notes the leaves are raspberry blush when counter clockwise cluck cluck cluck pass the buck whine a shoe drill a hole kill a mole feather fright molt delight the earth is a cube the earth is not a cube sheaf theory establishes reliability over & over again rhapsody senility come as you are duplicitous contraband controversial conundrum crux buster sums on board come out come trip the meter fret the reaper where’s the speaker nevermore forevermore more’s the least of it how shallow amplitudinously remote grab a hold hold a hand grill a chill steal a shovel what comes from the earth returns to the earth so says tracking data attached to the open sets of topological space hi ho hi ho ringalevio approaching finality the end of world history at this late stage of things during this late stage of things how to conduct oneself? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . the question lodged in dilemma. not a clue. this way, → push pull pulley lever scramble brake accelerate more/less perhaps/maybe monkey wrench quench down the trench if then where when
lark-fell oneiric pine starlit ambiguity, fertile nexus, --
confluent, lateral, explosive, shunning stratified sterilized mimetics brokered definitions sclerotic conditioning
rooted in blazing emotional turquoise pinwheeling gemstone cogitation the living lapse erupts as cosmos, as electrical discharge exfoliating
If you told me that I literally had to eat poop every single day and I would look younger,
I might. I just might.
A stray hair of a cloud caresses the lip of the moon,
My eyes once pebbles carried by the inflexible current
Of a raging river,
Erode into their fleshy moulds and gloop to goo.
The flow of screams from the one mother's throat
That forces stars to slide out of the sky,
As the veins of constellations
Cascade down to the dirt,
To form flesh that tickles the roots born
To worship the sun's absence.
David Hay was inspired to write after discovering the Romantics, particularly Keats and Shelley, as well as the works of Woolf and Kerouac. His work has been accepted for publication in Dreich, Abridged, Acumen, The Honest Ulsterman, The Dawntreader,The Babel Tower Notice Board, Ink, Sweat and Tears, The Lake, Selcouth Station, GreenInk Poetry, Dodging the Rain, Seventh Quarry and Expat-Press, among others. His debut publication is the Brexit-inspired prose-poem Doctor Lazarus published by Alien Buddha Press 2021.