from A Cast of Tens by David Bromige

From A Cast of Tens

by David Bromige

Lest We Forget

What does Sisyphus at home and does he do it earlier Spacing indicates what without known scale except an own risk entered Screams Breath-holding The adventures of a couch These who will have died The laughable mishaps of a footstool and all that they recognized thawed Thought Pulsed Number interceded its tray of ice to mist the pictures to the status of a science An instance of memory if such be one's present opens again at the same page opaque with text of Dr. Mesmer's letters to the lorn Naming them Isaac or Abraham The official speech is English but what is it in truth but likewise English with a twist A system including bias A refusal As if a door As if a knob Or a hand And the hinges and what they could recognize opened again to the same page Struggling to wake between two sleeps to invent absolution How tattered the leaves to the fingering signified Deserted applied to streets or to hearts in the hunched homeostasis of feelings When is wheeled on A rainbow: a crock When some become this in order to resemble fear lights on unlike forms They rime with norms Agony Anguish Our wish that the future recognize this This, this, this, this saying what Of no time A joint experlence We forgot when the time Came Went Which was us Wanting it to be us Across whom a glib caul had been stretched or elided and our sexual rapport with its Kirillian flickers Please pass the salt while admiring tough-mindedness Censored (this line is) Declining to be tortured Could rain be pure sound then its intervals rinse off a ground the hearts recognize gathering God the word God Blood to symbolize blood, its flesh symbolized by flesh The fingers were playful Memory's drumskin It's all about loss if you need to sound right at another's cost you show us your lust Revising each point of departure Gluing the units to be other units to which we glue 'larger' Discourse as a city where one was not heard