the Insomniac's Ethics, from and to
You will wish you did this differently.
if il coeur is the choragus, if icarus
knew something
about solar
aeronautics
consideration against
the sky, chiffon. The boy
suspended, squirms the split
between ground and the muscular rush,
wiry strain
(what does that sound like?)
what wings we
resort to-
our meniscus literary
urgent chanson
In the crescent we forget
the skyline found in
lucidity. If icarus knew
something, it was deliberate.
The choragus elucidated over our heads.
fire clings to fire-- even unlike things.
[if echo is always
looking over
her shoulder, write
from Paris or Mykonos, write
from sleepless spots and-
Looking over her shoulder.
"You are useless alone."]
Arabesque less
interesting than its arco
techniques.
Play each others-- ariosos.
we are cellos.
What music- an invitation.
Perihelion
pendant
flirtation.
We pick, pluck each other-- a lyre
tenebrous. Tendons strung, strings earned,
taut. And the boy, his wings
deliberate
in sky's orisons.
Myths of self-absorption--
the high lore's in the mail.
"If two of you play,
one has got to win."
If il coeur the boy voices
is this a chorus antiphonic
or our second winter with bad breaks?
If echo, vehicle for sound--
(this is both from and to)
the insomniac's badge of honor,
do you recognize yourself [X] here?
add the following
to the list of things
never to be said again: