from The Book of Scales
o eye
in space
your eye
be abyssal witness
and black hole
lack of reciprocity
be horror
of infinite
density
yet trans-
formative
of wives tales
o eye
in space
your eye
give up
nothing
*
like earth
remembers
anything
a fabric
of veins
a thought is
*
how fucking funny
the work
of words
to keep our pants
up, our legs on,
our skylines
ragged margins
of text
in the distance
each step, each
step on
substance-
less ribbons
of syntactic
road
*
being dangled
from the lever-
tailing end
of each new
sentence, the
implicit winging
of startled
doves, their
panic-wind-
weathering
*
ribs re-
lease the-
ir grip
on tears
hurdy-
gurdy fr-
ee gut
puddles
at aud-
I-ence
eyes in
tacit un-
ion of
breath's
long
out beat
*
at the game
animal tongues
of sleeves, in light,
in sway of permissive
light, animal sleeves
in animal sway,
green glottides of
animal hunger,
each body a tooth
to be worn, each
birth and bearing
pretext to
collective
raison d'etre
Andrew Brenza