Iúwine Haibun IV
Sublate in the oak air inward need for focal note fleas breed
early this light alchemising light
well past fringed and pre-sent soft-broken of my own home
and crocus shoots pepper the emptied
field through meeting lowbrows he jumped you see my path
would that the concrete eidólon over arcane gravel here
as the red buds stir renders
its own memory father can only read the manual mother
hefts the plank’s weft shepherds the screws and he rifles
hands through thinning hair this unnamed man isn’t him
or russet maple’s elbow’s crook now-limnless furtive aspect
recalls no thing//proslogion of either
drawer’s parietal shelf serves only as pecker-fodder and stays
seamless all of him now this now glides sinew as any milfoil
guest would posit this sky is a contemporary all my own floating
as if between word like worlding worlds their self redolent
as an Aufenthaltslosigkeit with gravel between the teeth sun dressed
in the nothing serving as protection spills over the frayed stump
geong iúwine, of ðære é
gin-clear dew coats world-new grass—
Selection From The Illative Leaves XLIV
In Quartz and no known wit its disembodied finger
All over world-seeking, a lake deep enough to drown
Wholly intent re-joiners from the former age, fond
Gonfaloniers of wave whirling on the road blessing
Mind’s stars’ petals containing ordinary interpreters
Of historicity and herstoricity: its pointing finger
Is no basis for government. And so hovering under
The sur-face-glory and strained music unpunished
Is there any depth more precious to you than your
Self?—or so describes its farcical form in the heat.
A New Universal Theory of Heat and the wind under
Water about manipulated days, this day-auratic road.
Iúwine Ephemera III
Grass withered. Rakούns peer past stone sewage enclaves’ anther and noun
classifiers in Hmong Daw. They generally ignore acorn offal and the squirrels’
acorn offal. Half the sky enchased and somehow, some why, as a series of emanations,
all were passing glad of him and his lyre stands alone, still. The They refers to rakούn.
Does this one rakούn note canopies within canopies?—note the large within the small?—
where goes rakούn-ipseity’s nuance-deity?—of choice or fanfare; of fiction or friction;
this rakούn, overstating.
Two right feet.
As though through consistencies in syntax and grammar the sewage stream is ever
new and re-new and newing itself and the sagacious stream wanes over and over
the willow witching grounds. The bed, for like a bed, gracing the graves of shelves
and neither leaving nor wishing to run diachronic on body-time in immiscible bodies,
the power of power of power overstates.
Who will listen?—loess from the quay and Spirit of Triune praise
rises from evening embouchure wafts.
Iúwine Haibun XI
Common grebe as wheels of Galgallin—
wood-en-graver may wince from pin cete
of conscience or of finger or as pulque
as the mother vows, more or less distends
into the blind world, or participating in
some vague climax on its smoulder-round
metal, the lactescent steam rising even
as the tendrils in their oblonging etch arcridge
and stern and tune. Guile preaches set
perched and no cure with ululating
but a smear of oil on pavement bound
intrusively to ubiquity of visible structure
and ablates its self and a semblance of sky.
No thing upon a red horse among the myrtle trees
holds the molds and their codes
in a lively burst of notes
and the sense intrudes and strings
form from the foundation—it clamors in no known style.
A sincere re-turn to the equally sincere
grip on the plane in the mold
as ground gathers
every thing into its self∴to distinguish her
self vividly from
her mother involves a set∴
a degree of privacy∴
affords a non-analysis—itself frames
and it is self in dividing ingots by tethering re-sur-rect.
Untitled Iúwine Haibun
No glyph of holzwege wol
take off my time placed swarthy on two hearts on arm swarthy
when if infinity knocks evening answers proffers
only morals/morels with every meal what wol follow about: though—best rest
and the snow rained heavy that year—death swallowed/swallowed by life or
less with may dreams in its field of vision (of nominal value) or of re-search
or if it yearns if it (is it an “it?”) one more word will/wordwol
be enough/or two if delicate in
being its own protection if protection of delicacy through the things them
selves—hear the everywhere as many moments—a beginning of a different better tree.
I’m not curious about worlds/I’m curious about worlds you build/you’re to hold
hold smoke in-halation damage to mind’s body’s spirit’s body rude in
tension/superimposed in tensile shading
snow pea velvet
blind hands bind orlop-lobe fronds
Stephen Guy Mallett was born and raised. Former ennui siphon, current null wielder, and concurrent student of uxorial phenomenology, he enjoys watching birds with his plural cats and eating birds with his singular wife. His poems appear in various corners of the internet and his limbs appear in various corners of the forest floor.
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