any one could be the one the sudden
stun you’d waited for
arrest again
a rest against the elements
anyone’s
unpaginated press
persephone personifies the dying into
dynasty
how does he hear this song
among the words song strung through the echoing
words how does he pick a peck and execute
the singing in his heart the fire there a quiet threat
to gods gathered in that odd margin
then they will differ (& whisper) if as they do
syllables of willow branch
tristesse tristesse
my brothers bless sold away sold away
sweet soul toil by day sold away sold away
“so to tell and not to sing it“ the singing in the telling
syllable by syllable held the echoing way toil by day
sweet soul doing as you are told sold away
tristeza bless my brother’s head
blues implode
hold him holy bless my brother let him live
we think in fact we think we hear so long so long
the silence couldn’t last long lost lyric his
body torn apart tristeza bless my brother’s head
the friends of friends listen at the margins ink well
speak easy please the ones one aims to please
that way danger lies? a fib a fibrillation
singing for its own sake shook in spasm the arrhythmia
of fragmented shudder stutter quick synapse torn orpheus
scattered no more than a postmodern did you say
post mortem period piece in the authentic rhetoric
the way this instant it sposed to be
& i digress
in saying so
then again tristesse you settle
too insistently about my brother’s head bless
the one who risks adventuring your cause
he
sings it & he writes it & he draws it
draws out the thread given to him threat threatens
frets fingers work the frets plays out the agony
plain song hydroplaning danger the rest of us stand
ready to explain
spell chant the god name
a simple exhalation yah weh yah weh
a gust of wind a single breath a sacred expiration
no end to what begins
tristeza
let him live