10 April 2010

omertà tread solder

it's 2.28 AM
there won't be any passenger trains running 
until morning...
drowsy jazz, ennui
the kitchen table harbours
an empty bottle of brandy, a typewriter, & a full bottle 
of wine
the thin rainforest of moonlight
peppers the window
w/ languorous korean war film stills...
yesterday's ny times
dressed grey
the perimeter of the living room; syndicated episodes of
Jeopardy! on mute
all around me is arranged a toybox of memes
another record 
drops onto the turntable depicting 
a leitmotif 
lost in the gloom of its pleasures 
it's 1986
the hospital-white ceiling seems a backwards landscape
from such a specific geography
this promising premise 
begins 
on promising premises, i.e. from these 
baroque heights
my grandparents' vacation fotos of the heartland
slightly fading
through my own vermont summer
piloting hot-air balloons through the ingénue rain...
always-a-bridesmaid
the criminal speculations of the imagination 
a ream of paper 
collapsed into the housewives' depression
of the ashtray...
eleanor is asleep on the couch
a threadbare quilt 
alloyed around her torso, i can see the vhs cassettes of
john ashbery readings,
police procedurals on the coffee table...
absurdity, atrocity
the typewritten violence: the math, the lowercase 
letters; shape, trajectory 
or direction 
on these cold, bleak winter days slowly forthwith 
into spring...
half-finished crossword puzzle
cable & tweed
an empty bottle of pinot noir, steady as she goes 
on w/ life...

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