The craftier angle is to hear them: hover
in the doorway, in total darkness, hands
held behind your back. She takes a stand
against him in the shadows, as her lover
flails, barefoot on carpeting: jabs, another—
these two miserable adolescents, tokens
of the dirge that was this tepid Philly 'burb,
clown choruses pining for images, curbed
words replaced with scripts, minds unbroken
finally meeting ends in winter rain, soaking,
drenched with venom against the solid.
What to look for: register his life-force
energies against hers, for the first course
her rhetoric takes against him, her stolid
defiance, sharply defined, against knowledge
that she's veered over into eerie wilderness.
It's true, the abyss laughs around her, & him,
but she's slightly more bound up in it, thinned,
bruised beneath surfaces to embrace the abyss,
all he needs is a caress given really, a kiss—
he won't get it. What he'll get is the meaning
of the surface she's chosen: bone, dust, webs.
Yet they stand exalted as they taste the dregs—
someone's watching elsewhere, & scheming.
Transmutation must happen, past dreaming—
that spirit, against the animal, is real in them.
The doorway is hinged to show you two souls—
unvarnished, electric, whether riddled with holes
or not, & love of a kind is being made, & gems.
The craftiest angle is not you, if you will, but them—
Adam Fieled (Logan Square, Philadelphia, USA): "Run Away with Me"
I was thinking as I listened to her about Byron’s relentless nihilism
that only found out in intoxication any kind of remedy for the things
she was telling me about— abortions, abortive affairs, and how no I won’t go
home with you and how Byron alone among the Romantics dealt
overtly with sex not just love like Shelley or fantasy like Keats or
like Wordsworth the dull sheep
(say Blake put the raunch to sleep)
and all the blokes in the bar were staring at green eyes red hair
bust you know the kind that blokes will stare at and I thought Byron
really caught something a seed a kernel of what Nietzsche ran away
with I said please run away with me and she laughed looked down
into her beer and was finished
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