Melody

Melody

Melody

My wife     my car     my colour      and      myself
– there is always this measurement, his medium
            in acsentia, chloroform

                        emetic parsimony an actual bird
                                   absorbing the white shoulder
             beak a century of protest

Look! This here abandoned
                                                                      other decade,
                       subtracting quality from footnotes
riz then after silence, The Drunken Cricket Team 12:02 a.m. and the strata of interiors
coil temporarily as exceptions. Ridiculous!
                                                            & then appear Unsung, lids wide open
                                              to be push’d aside.

I’ve heard one makes any & this time we fold
together like grass, the grass

leaving the region
of your respiration, the spatiality of another city: Maybe
                                         he will turn up again, unpredicated like She said

                                                                 I believe You now!

                         This time, however, we spent the afternoon in the gardens,
             feeling like a landscape,
                                              absolutely stuffed.