translated by Robert T.S. Lowell
O lost, brother, beyond Alfred and filibustering
and Roberts and possum
and dimming and blossoming
parallelograms and happy hunting grounds
forked zone and sage delivery system
right without poignant
O lost, father, we went through the forms of hullabaloo
deepest disingenuous purebred etc.
together on the lank plastic basing
taken from buzzards and deregulated corners
holiday waiting
O lost, brother, registered and infiltrated
wonked within a happy meal of this peace in the Mideast, this peasant blouse in the hangnail
beyond housemates’ puling
their holiday hoskered by round MacGuffins
O lost, brother, they took the sauce, the ready pell-mell
and honest-injun parallel bars
a tooth telltale for I don’t know what persecution complex
ranked and polished, pre-regulated in the interest
of demonstrable poolroom and peacepipe
guaranteed song dodger, you know?
O lost, mother, whenever holiday onions strike
we went tethered to noodle pudding and the olive concoction and manufacturing process
the furthest along the time of rice procedures
together under a hollow-eyed hollow-tipped dugout
homilies and archery
we went telescoping Ungaretti into our closets
the furthest tommygun since irregular Bilbao
together thick in the ring and piecemeal in the rising evidence of four-square vegetables
and nothing to teach”
An old-fashioned razor lives in the closet
Among the sorry icicles of Danang
For every signpost a rock
A rocker to hollow the blank operation
A boy ambushed the settled piano
You embody Douglas and Pete
Not candy nor pregnancy nor Halloween
Not living nor dying, nor anything else
Danang knew the escape route
A household in the middle of the moon
A pirate in the pink pillbox
Inside every jackhammer
And jackdog, alone in the alibi
I tried to open the highway jar
Already drank the green potion
Already lacquered the handlebars
Rounded up Tobias and the holiday troop
Weathering no more the answer
II
Rags for wisdom and songbooks
For lease on the way to South Sawmill
Under the junction of performance status
Hostile time for possible socks
Seeming breathing apparatus
Alone among the mullah sightings
Time in an impossible automobile
To find high signs of dispute
A ragged disregard for everything sacred
No infinite inferior potsherd
To broil in the midnight moon of Ool
Dangblasted and seasoned to perfection
Before rhyming sizes an orangutan
And orange juice in professions of faith
No hazardous materials on the journey
Long I-beams to bake the cake
Becalmed policy for rongommons
That simple and that complex
The race plays on emotions
Ranging from messenger to iodine
In the freedom to paralyze this parallelogram
Hope the fence of tolerable bandages
And pocket the bombast rocket
To fulfill
This denomination
They rise above us
Infinitesimal
Positive vibrations
Our responsibility
Hooked and eaten
Without regard
For the salvageable
Procedure to dunk
Underrepresented
In this fine
This parallel
This legislated
This Egremont
This household name
This all-night
This boat place
They are not
They will not be
Only we are
We will be
You know then the inside will never present
You know then ice cream augurs a succession of elephantine proportions
You know then without any indication of sustenance
Without the rongommon in the purple ice capades, the transubstantial
It is not the reason to imply a fall
It is not the reason a flame fails to ignite a wall
It is not the reason for eggs or orderlies
It is not the reason to place, to register, to pacify, to incubate, to intubate
That makes us possible before impossible, remote before proximate
That makes us without any information
Happy or unhappy in the green snake
Happy or unhappy in the Rosenbaum
Happy or unhappy about the powersaw
Death has its beginnings in many places
Life has its beginnings in many places
Happy or unhappy in this sidereal sideshow, this bulldozer of breath
Far-fetched, implemental
Happy or unhappy to place our confidence in the confidence man
Happy or unhappy about Tabasco
Happy or unhappy about all the turns in a road
Happy or unhappy above the boilerroom and boysroom
I’m not going to know
The tool will presume
Peace singes the offing
It’s time
In the dog shop
The chaperone pastes
One-hundred dollar bills
The ice exaggerates
We have them
Innocuous thunder
Noxious jet, do not melt my heart
We never have them
There in the improbable
Hospitalized or not
Among dingdongs
Filibustering with the rest
Punting again
I know they are greener pastures
Sample pells
Lemon regulars
In the ice cream of our eggshells
I’m not going
On the onion
Inside the sockdolager (whatever that is)
I’m not going
Before fashion porks the twofold being and bistro
The prime manumission in this spaceship
Lost to lesser segments
And eaten to—
It’s time and might be right
I know that within each egg
Inside the floorboards
Welcome to ringing sizes
I know the best information often rises before it falls