processional [2012]

writing through one extract of night is 
like adorning moods with incandescent teeth
and it is of no help to hold urge hats in hand
          these are not thinking to be worn in retrospect

a mad seizure of squinting proportions
lures repetition through tubular strands
and Bill Cunningham photographs curtained fluids
syntax is a tapestry vacuumed

a film of this Sunday is hedging smiles
to concur with courage shouting shills
and seventeen sophisticates stiffen
satisfaction is teetering in effort rungs

trailing across a marginal gullet
terror illuminates all semblances
and the guitarist from last night plays ceramics
a critical humming is docking cyclical

linked to an autobiography
a forest of fractured veins sprouts a tongue
and the ambiguous dance amiss
Stefano Scodanibbio is dead again

witness brash as a catchall intrusion
strewing fingers of listening across paper
and hatred is deceased and stroking anecdotes
calm is alternating bitches and bottles

saturation is pimped as crowds stroll by
like diamonds dangling from a rabbit's foot
and an anathema is conducting light bulbs
window is mentioned several times and forgotten

weeping through one wrinkle of porn is
like severing wounds with prepubescent teeth
and this is like no dawn to hold limp hats in bowls
          these are not rotating in the world as revision