Jeffrey Side

 

     

from CARRIER OF THE SEED

 

I wandered fast and ran to a bar where I was seen last and sitting in the corner too far from my view was the hint of a woman who to the city was new where solidity is a stranger and reason a mystery he looked at words confounded like they were magnified and from that day on wherever I went in the cities among the rounders in the mountains I always remembered my wife was with me hanging her headgear as in Hades ganging against the maiden gonad and hinipog there at loonis doth also come acquittal just like a gokonil and my luck has never been thin like the bed or something even like vessels elk half mad crying suicide she made me count up to ten she was up all night working on the site but is there a safe way home through the city or must …

I always take the 8.25 from Geneva to Paris and get lost on the way so don’t let your father blow the whistle on you my darlin’ I need you so much but more than else I’m waiting for you what kind of a girl do you take me for but captain don’t give the order to live separated from the silver canvas that upon its surface holds the projections of so much dreaming forced to drift sleepless without intention  and in the morning came home like once you told me to she got her cards marked out so well it only made me blue and my skin it reeks of illness now and complex symmetry he  was my lover for front-end web services optimize cross-platform functionalities so I had to be on the safe side whilst onsorana and that was no joke but undisciplined vowels fall hypocritically which I know now and the thought of politics and rocks aren’t  succinct enough or conspil but he was too depressed and lerping to find out that a liar was all the time working … 

these angel ships all the more yolonert don’t remain still like boisvert for he  was a commander of the sea and took these things seriously  and appearing suddenly nobody left to see if you had waited freer than the ocean that came down almost in ecstasy who gives a shit in any case but it was a came and went too quick for me night after night incessantly millions have wept before me and after when she  was putting roofs up in Mexico I paid all sorts of money like a man who was mad with the sound of many furnaces before the mountains were removed a cross for all men’s coverings yet us here are perhaps unaware of that and at the same time possessing wisdom which tells us so much it is some months since they are on their way and it is some comfort to speak of these things I’m not saying it would have been better with  me a dealer in trade but we have seen his star in the east constitute of mirror residue contracted progression and the saucer saw a few things early in duality and female preference variance depleted genetic good genes handicapping costly traits she was a choosy female correlation clover in sepia canticle perspective overloads concrete completion and becomes a personal issue to cure the deadly grief certainly experience out of all retreat and of course finality and the latter mode participators activate how will the end be for me I heard her cry sometimes things are easy sometimes things are hard sometimes things just fall apart and now we see the marks of joy and sorrow and the ties of life as we are moving towards a theory of beauty tremenous natures veiled butane on jehoaphat stigmata nationalist condensation steals redemptive like cool alabaster twixt the seasons of love finding foolish fair for frankness and killing the mind she kept in kindness though pornography … 

I was abandoned with reclaims of the high nature and there are no accidents except her anatomy bred forth organism like that time she stood me up her dominant motherhood wave-matron phallic surplus condition of autonomy closing her flesh envelope over her minoan female tower made me curious as I crept towards moment maximum intensity horizontal chain-like arranged whereby conversation became pointless camouflage consumption for the sailors was her call so don’t make me go into debt and don’t make me play this way now thou hast sorted out this stuff in your head he’s just trying to get back cable symmetry forgetting reproduction and transference blows unquestioned opaqueness through conflation or colludes with the refusal of insert and service while situation process repetitive delaying my love has gone escalator she’s calling the river over illusion at my core while on high heaven’s vengeance what you send out it comes back more get out of her my people the lady from Baltimore like we did for the eight rivals loose at feet where they lay in the vale water shot the last to go down with that man with high quality territory providing nuptial gifts for some other cherries … 

my love she was kind and cruel but the judge sentenced him away and my plea before you open up your court was misheard but thieving was a thing she never was inclined but I should take a notion to and I don’t care if they all despise me or sing the shimmy down on Monday but that my love’s across the sea ten away or so and it’s nobody’s business and no friend can replace it or walk by the river’s brim with a hey down low walking as it were while the eldest pushed the youngest in yet I’ll be true to my love for the lane is longest that hath no turning as the fire that always keeps on burning to greet me as I lift up my eyes to the open green dome and the others there looking as I bought my love a fair-haired hoop to wear upon her manipulate a token of our own true worship and to remember me furthermore when he returns again on the account no more to be parted and glad progressively more and kalarna but some coroni corpal pororva clapsin otorle boodon nortal … 

she comes on a train and now the same a lion on her dawn no one ever said Orion come out because he knew her reflected vaguely just project a continuity and say feeling that way they maintain but generating vertical spreading memories or existence perish but savagely don’t do as it’s not like you to hurt me and blessed yak den arta or resigned to his fate commander that nat den harper was caught for the joy of his crime still counting extant yak which widen as if dangerous wind stripped that meal by the charities of youth like to the womb of her paps remain calm all the important decisions have already been made for we don’t wrestle against the flesh someday we’ll sit on a mountain and work it all out … 

I’m not sure if it was Nova Scotia or German Expressionism obsessed me looks like now ignorant all was interested in came back for money like looking good natured whore was supposed to comfort him or something be on his side in the morning and by night safe within stand in on the actor and his long dog from Manatai the aura of civility complete pattern of when I was far from underground or widespread and she couldn’t see the point of closing next to me looking like a crystal stretched in water she was a mistress to all the world before the end came when we could see her market research as she stopped the foaming waves and as to how may erections she caused in a crowded room who can say with signs and signals from her hips no matter how you start you end up just the same and besides I like to rest sometimes and just linger while ignominious life overflows triumphantly perforated by a chivalry that dies abruptly while his clasint concubine concocts drunken entries for aggressive sheep who weep in plastic coma and I was lying down in the rehab on the way out of Milton without any thoughts as if it were embers reaching depositary and let your lamp shine before men and renew your mind as feet make up the floor get this over I haven’t much longer they must have had me in mind ask that man who knows me best she’s still that girl to me till the two of us go down noodling nomark nonce playing pensive … 

should I now respond with molecules due to artefact like rape terminology of specifics or perlue for you know my love was kind and cruel but the judge  sentenced her anyway so the entrance down hope et his find well etso omnin this or are kwa dright all day and night I fight for light while you were with my mistress it just makes a fuck of me as I go up to the south of hills lower than that wagon which tendeth to slow me down but your father is too much within you he can still see a spiral of your trust and of sharing seeking to find a path out of you still find your security in multitudes while your husband is brooding in doubt I couldn’t put you in the magazine even if it sustained us all for seven long years my love and I are parted but young men there are who are preciously deceitful while the harp through its playing has language for me whenever the light through its branches is breaking a host of kind faces is gazing on thee  so prey animals signal their distastefulness with warning colours as auto-mimicry within species show that this cheating strategy avoids the cost of toxicity but cry not for in the passing there was something like a brocade you bent me to love you in your American sort of way but all the same you never put me in your circle and I can’t agree that it wasn’t all your fault … 

say it was only comparative like plaintives corroded with summer heat and exigencies of time longelled complete Absolom curator sprung gevelling cross rombost fields and conold spracken now in at a valued kingship branded spurring hard drives and all sorts of things like that coping out on top of my regard after I saw a man fall down in Texas and get up in Tennessee the night was free on the downhill balance and slows of other times coliseum sunken stolen flame harlot bedded crucifix down by the flanks as the stars go so it was in the multitude where no one cuts a stretch out your hand who has withdrawn it I gave it to thee the other week under that oak give me a spoon to feed me hammer for no young man should venture where once he could not from beyond prevention and notion into sway as her will in grass tail-worn and fortune reminds with tomb entrenched shaven locks in different degrees of heat like rendered ramparts and heliotrope chained to resignation like descended and you shouldn’t be so touchy shalt thou ditch me for some other guy after I mixed with the crowds that trod the road on which the fool strode while others whose circles and cliques the outsider it smothers by close inspection planted now far apart once loved and worshipped right at the start knowing not the weather nor the season...

Jeffrey Side has had poetry published in various magazines such as Poetry Salzburg Review, and on poetry web sites such as Underground Window, A Little Poetry, Poethia, nthposition, eratio, Ancient Heart, Blazevox, TEXTIMAGEPOEM, 9th St. Laboratories, P.F.S. Post, Great Works, hutt, ken*again, and CybpherAnthology. He has reviewed poetry for New Hope International, Stride, Acumen, and Shearsman. From 1996 to 2000 he was the assistant editor of The Argotist magazine. He now runs The Argotist Online poetry web site.

 


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