It never occurred to him

though it occurred to him during a dream 

its words

flowing out of an actors mouth into his ear as he watched himself from outside and

inside himself

she smiled lasciviously

tongued her pointed teeth

and whispered of black bonds  crude greasy chains stained and smelted by imps and 

wingless demons

who suffered the horror of lies told to them

                                                     that they chose to believe

                                                                               irons quenched and cooled in iodineblood

that uttered their makers names out of broken jaws    and through the halo and puffs     

of smoke belching off the bloods face
 

it never occurred to him

any more than the dull whitewashed walls she spoke to him between

pale blue windowpanes

immaculate white oak floors

and tinted and hued glass bowls of varying diameters and depth set on pedestal feet or balanced

scattered like crystalline landmines that would shattered if tipped or touched

which walking through and among  tried his very patience and balance

                                                                                                                       he emerged

exhausted

finding his exit

only after having traversed the entire house  refused by its locked doors and windows

  

                                    he escaped through the tall ceilings by turning into vapor

after leaving crescents of humor  levies  in thirsty oracles

that sighed

it never occurred to him                                                                                                               

bitter bonds and ugly chains held many   against their will   Alive

0046,  Twosday,  22  7. 14

He went in through the E X I T

                                                           when hed gone around and around and around

and seemingly couldnt get inside

denied

he relaxed then   and leaned up against a sheetmetal worked and riveted bulwark door 

 

when it slipped open
it appeared he had just been out
they let him in
 

he smiled  returning their smiles

helped from inside

when inside was what denied him all along

it hadnt fallen for his eyes effortless guile or pleas

inside  was always placing him outside

begging to see if he could return

                            see if he was patient enough  diligent enough

resourceful enough to slip its bonds

which he always seemed to recognize  too late  were never knotted or locked 

                                                                                                                              they 

simply wore the expressions one expected   and conjured

and the expressions  to explain the reasons for failing or the excuses they were willing to 

oblige

then set free

he kept on picking at the lock                                                                                        

systematically turning the tumbler

making music of their ticks and whirls

music

of the birds voices roosting above in the chestnut trees at dusk

the music of cicadae and night insects teasing those that would prey on them  and try to 

seduce mates                                                                                                                             

                      of tires spinning on pavement  and the differences in their rubber-plys protesting over rivulets run crossedwise over thin concrete  cooling tarmac  ribbons of thick bitumen repair  and the thumps of uneven and badly patched potholes

 

he could make music of anything                                                                                                         

                                                       as long as he didnt have to play it or sing

he went in through the E X I T

a newlyminted entrance

Content

                 no one was willing to follow him

2216,  Saturday,  19  7. 14

Whatever it was that was in his head

                                                              it either sifted away or took wing like a mad moth 

distracted by the light of the moon and fluttered madly towards its cradle in outer space

its seemly crescent  he thought  hardly an adversary or suitor to electric light

                                                                                                        moths and insects 

havent been the same since the first currents fluttered on primitive filaments and the 

indecent glow of an aroused incandescent bulb spun the air surrounding it like a 

hyperreal spider web                                  

when Artifice began oozing into vogue

whatever it was

                                                                                                                                  

it became tangled in the brazen fracture and weaving branches sprung from the walnuts 

limbs

sheared and sieved through its foliage and pummeled by its blunt dullgreen immature 

nuts

faces smooth and as unperturbed as sleeping babes or quiet ball and peen hammers

dreaming of shoeing and blacksmithy work

their orange nightmares  the flared furnaces and coals stoked by the sodden breaths of  

wheezing cancerous billows

                                              

whatever it was

it was hung up and dappled

and moved by moonlit breezes which had confounded at least one dull rote insect

and one ginned writer                                                                                                             

                                    who pulled at too many doors which refused to resist his grasp 

and tug and swung open on cooloiled hinges

revealing

what they were closed to conceal

leaving him reeling

and agog

1346,  Saturday,  19  7. 14