Kit Kelen #5 - en la dérive parfaite

en la dérive parfaite

(after Beatrice Machet, following Dominique Hecq)

https://conversationinpoetry.blogspot.com.au/2018/01/beatrice-machet-4-slipstream-of-moods.html

in fear of abstraction I went

the wailing and gnashing of tethe were all mine

my blood upon me

yours too

like in Leviticus

(meaning priest-stuff

as in God owns us

[much good may it do])

unclean in the morning

and that was a blast

(worth it to feel this way)

waking at this late hour

some days you can really get that drift

the funnel in the head

knowing time is a language sandwich

a little mouse nibble

and time for the next

time touches
and then time sets free

the skin subscribes
(or in the case of Kafka...

crimes pile up)

(the eye of the sun
is spying on me)

make vellum ekphrastic
falling through frayed layers

till we are with the past
whatever being
that may be

I went on in fear of abstractions

off on a wild goose chase

the wailing and gnashing of tethe were all mine

if I couldn't taste it

couldn't touch it

still it might keep fresh in a bucket of brine

et loin de tout discours

insubstantial as a breeze come for us

(and I read things in that)

like the poem dug deeper

and deeper in stone

until it marks

a grave