By Eleanor Lerman
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She still believes that the beloved rests beside her dead pirate whose life was moody and strange She is encouraged in this belief because I had no corsair's mantle to bequeath no rapist of mixed ancestry to send in my place Dead cities and their ghosts come here to grieve after their time We make our bed on the golden shield of a Trojan and only my fingers that are covered with clay are ever kissed This world, entire, is a cathedral for the mourning of all unpassed histories and that my afternoons are spent with an unloved goddess in the flame is of my own choosing At first, I did not know this place but the memory was always mine At birth, my heart was fashioned in her glass and cut through with Chinese amethyst I am become a timekeeper a lover of life misused and in the service of my companion I do not suffer as dearly as the eyeless Page 36 who hold that the winter sky of Cathay was more white than blue and will not believe that the bereaved housewives of the Orient went by themselves into the dragon boats to sleep forever in the keep of foreign sailors Page 37 In Massachusetts, the Flight Love's return will be the true story of architecture not a classy number, but a good one containing, among other things a long extraordinary summer with the Old Redhead doing baseball on the Zenith also, a mild winter in a first home Listen if you keep close what went before will naturally remain in what will be and that, of course, is the perfect structure You and I were sitting on a braided rug in Cambridge with the shades drawn, talking over the dance music I was ungrateful to the kidnapper You flew airplanes but were afraid to land After that, how could we separate?
I don't think we have yet reached an operatic condition) The autoharp went next, smashed to pieces by my steel ball pen and then your cousin (whom I still suspect of having certain sordid musical tendencies) sent his entire entourage for our pianoforte It's in the cards, love, it's in the tea leaves: only the London Symphony Orchestra plays today! my little darling our voices match! Life goes on a capella! Page 13 Famous Insanity, Rejected by the Second Generation You come to me and say, Well everyone has kissed me now but you and because of my personal history I understand the need to find me this late in life so I will never break our embrace The guards grow nervous, then hostile when they see that you are staying but can do nothing I have committed no public crime I am here because there is no place else to go The warden goes off to consult the prefect and they are never seen again Rumors spread through the cell blocks of high government love affairs of breakdowns in procedure because of a sudden passion for endless embraces My pain becomes famous and often imitated by schoolgirls in the gymnasiums by slave laborers in the brick factories Our clothes rot away Our skins become identical and many colored You begin to think you have been wrong about me all your life Your friends told you, There are madmen kept in special prisons by their own leave you must go and win their affection Your friends now are coupled in the hallways the attics of your rooming house and only I am left to hold you Seasons, years, centuries No one will ever again try to change your mind There are madmen kept in special prisons with their lovers no one visits, no one brings food or magazines Page 14 and in silent loony bins the future populations are born and instructed their heads are made full of mountain memories they have been told about your final acquiescence they band together in safe groups and learn, and think, and despise us both Page 15 Ecclesiology Out of the sky perhaps?
The union should have told me they were shooting freeze frame" Play it again I want to hear it every morning when I wake up expecting to be alive and well and ending up having to run obscene films to encourage me to eat and to bathe calmly in clean water without first having to float dangerous body creams and little papers with accurate but peculiar instructions I would like that part taped to my front door so tours can be conducted with printed maps and asterisks next to the scandalous incidents and continental paper hats but no mention of a certain party who used to live here is to be included, no mention of the incisions made that were correct at the time but are healing very strangely Miss Sweet Thing can't cha-cha anymore They caught her undressing without her make-up Get a close-up of that!