A Pause

This is most serious
Stuff, truant
To an authority
No government supplies.

This is where putative, obstreperous,
thick, petulant, topoi, cover, etiology,
occlude, gams, algolagnia, and
Debauch are words
You don't think about
Too much.

This is the part I tell
Something about you
Being an assassin
Because your swift crazy clean
Marauding roads are front
To a thankful just beheading
(Hang them people who misconstrue
A statistic of monarchies)

Hang them
Before a public. Misuse everything
Foucault has
Said about loving
I have
Not read him. Great depths
Are only for
A church. You cannot misfire.
Your shots are blank and tact as black
Marble baby eye.
Tie knots to doors by railways
To remind them you're there
Not as a machine. No cry
Is enough to detour a silent shiver
All technologies have led you
To consider. Earphones
Are phalanx,



Dearest Singapore I
Letter by letter take
You for granted
As complete thankless tectonic
Flat issues of day.
I take my supper, slice
My eye and die in your sun-
Less blues. Cosmopolitan
Teams: hard work!

Pay me thousands
Of tax-free tax and real equities.
Pay me with senile dogs
Who can no longer be
At my beck and call?
Pay me with cats
Who have done their full neglect
Of my feeding? Trade my decay
With your casual flirts of new rugs


Trade my international
With local sundials, deducible income,
stocks and theory games.


Dearest Singapore why
Have you not forsaken
My wanting?
Why have you 
told yourself to endure
The weight every capital levies? To buy
Myself is commodity
I cannot wont, too. Two is not a number
That's still true.







Dearest Singapore, this is the part
I
Type something trite
To offset the previous
Intention of writing
Subtle brilliant takes on how
You appear glad
but gray

This is the part
I say something
Like, "But no! You can also be
A structure of gay dailies.
You are stabilized by-
Product of a beheading
Nobody needs."





It is fodder
And ravage that dictates. We kill
One, we clean more. Two masks in halloweens cost, boo hoo hoo Who doesn't pay for hullabaloo?"


















So why not dearest Singapore, why
Not learn from/for
Deadly dead lilies,
live sarcophagi, the math
of Beth, wraiths of wrath,
The alphabet?

Labels: Cirilo Bautista, David Foster Wallace, Mark Haddon

Posted by Richard J.A. on Sunday, October 28, 2012 at 10:56:00 PM | Permalink