Waves: 31-40

31) waves: paradise broken, moulded and shaped

Waves: Lank human figures, rag-sorrowful in the river smoke.

Sepulchral cuffs in umbers and nameless earth tones.

Tier on tier of box seats all in the shadows.

dogfennel and bitterweed beginning to bloom in roadside ditches

Wave: A silk leg tossed lazily toe-in between two seats

in the row ahead. A flash of knees under the pearl-coloured frock.

The woman in the hijab stops to pick up a cobble.

there are thieves in the temple tonight

Waves: Fallen stone columns stained with ancient tobacco.

The great cry in Xenophon’s Anabasis: The sea! The sea!

Stars rain sun moon olly olly oxen free.

white hair’d shadows roaming like a dream

Waves: A mingling of colours at a festival.

Heaving and heaping.

Stacked mattresses of the dead.

images of tongues cut out and stolen talking drums

Parked automobiles twinkling on a vast lake of blacktop.

Tides, radio interference, damned little else.

Propped ladders and open windows of elopements.

they linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty

32) waves: on their backs, in the meadows and mountains

German males at puberty, watching the sky, yearning, masturbating, yearning.

Corridors long as the sea-lanes back to the green shoals,

slime stone battlements, a million ice points falling at a slant.

messages that weave into a net of inescapable information

Waves: The long rows of sick and dying faces.

Pretty Gretel waiting by the oven for her chance.

Weaving, unweaving, her eyes the colour of stagnant water.

beyond the zero

Waves: A scavenging of shrugging, sliding gulls.

Malachite nymphs and satyrs paralyzed in chase.

A ballerina on her toes, thighs long and curving.

her dappled body always retreating

33) kenoma

Waves: Iron lovebirds perching on iron twigs.

Dark vortices in a shining filigree.

Winds radiate from the centre and gulls fly from the windows.

iron ivy sneaks in and out of the holes

Waves: Skins of glistening rooftops.

Froth of witches pushed into ovens.

Slamming of doors behind them.

sugar smears, flames, and the flakes of flames

Waves: Notions of wraiths or spiritual doubles.

Iron bed glossy white two foot wide all was white.

With hoar she at the top end dying forgiving all white.

a vastation into emptiness

34) the white visitation

Waves: Invisible tattooing needles against the nervous window glass.

Self-enchanted chenille seizures in crotchets and hemidemisemiquavers.

Mirror metaphysics, motionless as any Vermeer.

in clonic clouds the face ivory pallor muttering lips

Mrs. Littlejohn had been washing for some time now,

pumping rhythmically up and down above the washboard

in the sub-foamed tub. She stood erect again, soap-raw hands on hips.

sustained rhythmical jerking

Waves: Jumping from the top step to the sidewalk and back.

Insinuations and cryptic gestures.

Jitterbugging with fading-faced girls.

their breasts soft fenders for this meeting on the grey city sea

35) internal differences — where the meanings are

Waves: A discontinuous, non-causal succession of situations,

or worlds, or periods — scuffling a little.

A flow of no time propagating.

in the hour when the homeless move their cardboard blankets

Past and future meet at the beach.

A crumpled chiffon.

A twitch in the dropsical carpet.

spastic rotogravure grinding to a halt

Of all these things the Albino whale was the symbol.

Wonder ye at the fiery hunt?

Am I not the helmsman here?

bulkington! bulkington!

Waves: The universal form of this commingling of the toy monkeys and wagons and candy in sacks and roman candles of waking consciousness.

Dendritic, branching out, their shadowed hollows falling forward with the tide.

barren mirror altar of every plain girl who breathes

A crack in the orange shade of the illusion that one moment

follows another like wafted beads on a wafted string.

The plaint of a rusted well pulley; an attrition of self.

where’s bulkington

36) homorganic sounds

Waves: Barely discernible tracks where wagon wheels had run.

Mud and thickets cluttered with dead leaves.

The turrets and blue waters, the sails and churchtops.

faille gown flowing beautifully

Waves: Norman doorways shaggy with wintering vines.

The serpent coiled in the teacup.

Plosives and fricatives steaming the windowpane.

a salmon egg flies out of Trout’s laughing mouth and into Maggie’s cleavage

White-crumpled waves written over in interference patterns.

The choppy ripple of passing headlights across childhood bedroom walls.

The dry whisper of spindles and walnut railings and newell posts.

someone breathing carefully. under the bed. watching

37) i mean it must be high or low

Waves: Rainbow-striped dirndl skirt of satin.

Faces serene, unattached, bending over the balustrade of the sea.

Foaming among the black rocks.

all danaë to the stars

Waves: The foolishness beginning immediately on detumescence.

Single vibrations of seraphic and floral embroidery.

Sweeping in behind on either side, looping away in long helices.

buoys riding the swell

Breaths torn into phantoms out to sea.

Them that plants them

is soon forgotten.

a stone, a leaf, an unfound door, scratched and gouged by an ice age or two

38) brownian motion

Waves: A laying away of ironed sheets, dreamlike and telescoped

into rooms with the shades pulled down against the white sun.

Billy saw pink arches with azure draperies hanging between them.

the fierce dead glare of the patent lamp beyond the lean-to window

Waves: Turned pages against the fleeing seconds of irrevocable time.

Circumlocutions, periphrases, drowsing maidenhead symbols, dead verbiage.

Young officers vomiting among the zinnias.

galloping heels of a cossack holiday

Waves: Chiaroscuro wheels in spokeless blurs.

Ten thousand fading and tattered effigies

on ten thousand weathered and paintless doors.

the envelope was pink and had been scented once

39) eternity in love with the productions of slime

Waves: Closed blinds of the parlour windows.

Silhouettes of dancing couples moving athwart

the frogs and whippoorwills from lengthened shadows.

suitors on the veranda, doggedly and vainly sitting each other out

Night-time roads across the mooned and unmooned sleeping land.

Fireflies drifting above the creek.

Good kindling among the jetsam and the derelict.

trousers rolled to the knee

This is the hour when frogs and thrushes

praise the world from logs and rushes.

The music creeps by me upon the waters.

he keeps on rolling, he just keeps

40) waves: intersecting crevices

Waves: Unshaven work crews repairing sections of track.

Air brakes and buses grinding gears the next street over.

The sick and the maimed sweating in sleepless beds.

somebody upstairs practising on a piano

Waves: Drunks coming to the door, drunks and witnesses and revenants.

The sybaritic déshabille of her loose hair.

Indolent avalanches and tumbling séracs.

a green and orange dragger rumbling past the balcony

From the void, repletion. From repletion, the void.

Fast falls the eventide.

Downtowns reduced to Dollaramas and karate studios.

waves fan out to storm the bridges and point me to the stars