Tapes

You brought what's achely wantd
I see you with my eyes closed, bought
from the magnate with brow heavy

I've made a tape of wanting sounds
and now you've come here to abate
it, but tiny iron switches in the plastic

tape's worth not erasing; just give away.
I went to, the other day, a thrift shop.
Wide eyes at the film copies on old VHS.

Trumble

O! trumble, fall,
O! little sparrow
inverted wind all
full of anticipatory delight

Hard Luck Brothers (2)

These two have hard choices,
and it is an insufficient measure.
And where deriving pleasure
is implacable, they know this. Their
cognizance of repercussions
and the horse of life with
unrepentant broken leg.


Is making, and moving, and
choosing and choosing, and
sees the coming shotgun—Blam!
Is fast, these massive flanks of sweat
with skin, quiver. Spent.

Needed breath
is guff. Is the, too,
unrepentant bodily
lust for the breathing.

He is breathing anyway,
He is trying hard enough
He is brothers sit-
ting on the couch.

[Cxio tiu agviro]

Cxi tiu agviro
en amuzet' okulvitroj kun la malfirma
kaj negrvestacxoj fiskrigardas tie
sen volonte la afabla
parolado por ni kaj la malvarma
vortoj falas devia
busxo al la malvarma
planko.

in translation:

This old man
in slightly amusing glasses with the limp
and bad black shirts stares there
involuntarily the afable
talk for us and cold
words fall from your
mouth to the cold
floor.