CXXI in seq.
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  20 Aug 2007
in the heat of July
au revoir
ELIZABETH
sailed with him
artiste d’escape, topped with salute
“all america is an insane asylum”
You were juniper in the center
(Dorothy played earth)
no nice quiet paradise
when Brer Rabbit simply wd. not do
without you
among reliced, ruined scapes of mnemosis
then:
in next year’s Italian summer
surrendering to autumn:
made him Ariadne
you, agility, left him, suicidal,
in frag.
ts
Felix nupsit,
the war’s over
Somewhere in yr. snarl was yr. tenderness
you made it into CXIII
Fuck Olga,
you knew there was no need to forgive
and all life is dft.
tangle of works left unfinished
I like to imagine you this way
areté
Did you lead him to the garden?
I hope he knew well yr. span
young & admiring
I HOPE HE ENJOYED YOU AT 73
his old leaf-vein, yr. young petal
terrestre
well-deserved coloniser of lands of waste wilderness & CXX
oculus,
I hope he indulged in usura
whatever term he preferred
I dream yr. Lovers
rationalize his age to the benefit
of their masculinity
how little they know
his papyrus ......
& songs eclipse ........
........ all their paradisos
......... and yr. too ........
Did you realize too late you were luna
removing yourself from sol,
moth-light perhaps you fled,
half-light yr. union, you a-glow with him
you, rarest of creatures
of compensations
May my fortuna be gentler
but may yr. kindness & affection
(wise tho fickle)
find me
@ 73
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