Ars memoriae: Aegis Forever
by Neal Cassady
I. What to make, of, bold, tonight, writing.
Within lairs, formulaic?
of bold writing. Tonight I do
II. Where to be, sweet gramen.
Where to be? This night, when simples
meet their shrines, dare play melodies?
III. When clocks tolled lies? Bandits
when they wake? Thieves stealing
Ancient codices marking trifles – Minerva’s belching maize.
IIII. Art: Of it make what of it? Sweet gramen?
Leopards and lions feed upon you. O’ son of many bitches.
Praetor, art thou hungry?
IIIII. Of nature’s pools? "Can’t be," he said.
Pooling by the roots of maize. "Can’t be of…"
of bold writing, twinkling?
IIIIII. One times six ago I and never looking back
seek the praetor, the chameleonic praetor. Wed in his locks.
Where cats cast their dust .
IIIIIII. Two times five before then silence waves to me.
Before me when, stellar pulsars wave their minstrel’s
comets behind in wake. Bull
(silence = shh)
IIIIIIIIT This is it? Order junctures order. This synectic praetor.
Blue and green, miles high, how
Don praetor, move please and shed your cape of night.
The night is only dark so
you can’t
see.
But carry light, mon praetor.
You’d better watch the heavy burden of passing time.
[A posteriori]
Creation Myth
by Brian Howe
Lesion, jamb and skaldic jaw
fluxion idiom tidier; uremia odium awe.
Bite wampum dice, skim limit troika
calm? Drafty retch Yule junkman sues:
a dive, a poker, and a caddy. Red coifs
ouch! Zest radii loamy art duel,
iced yuck fiche fib. Gucci waste o.k.
chunks (nudes eddied fake inkjet pies),
city tight mob juju. Xerox dung, “Seek
life mix sigma dimes put dude dander.”
Ice soaked cave dive – decoy dope, cube
speed vendor / slink mire yeoman prim child.
Ides’ eye, ogle do moist bodice, mice,
died vodka yokel lotus? You orifice:
eyed cry wide, a paved myth i.e. coke
thug echo.
It is more than enough to say cove,
swarthy kiosk dial,
tufted nerve pocks sick battue earwax.
