Song of the troubadour, dance of the happy shades

mid-saggital cut-away of the Palatine Uvula

catalogue of all catalogues includes Lufthansa

treachery, the Alphabet murderer’s citational

liquidation. Not quite revealing the thing

that offends you, the impossibility of saying it all

become observant, noting the self to pieces,

hallucinatory parity exceeds inflight metabolism

indexed to the absence of its own gelatin, another

anecdote splintered whilst licking a filing cabinet

raconteur craving the post-aniseed Romantics. Sang-froid

means ‘how to summon the shiver’. Ice connotes

the distance between the object. Throwing a shoe

whilst unsocking the Woman constitutes an infinite

number of men in the shape of punctuation,

tends to make the negation shift.

Fretworked birds cause rhythmic bulges,

utterly without aperture, the number that counted itself

so plain, so poorly made———————————————

Axiom sucking itself to the bone.