Summonare, agente con Diable
summoneo l'arbre de cyprés
stationnaire. Summonare
summoneo meus argentum
dens effulsi dans la boue
levo les rides
sur mon front
summonare ha summonare ha summonare

On a summer’s day, a sundowner slays
his friend the stinkbug
ah you malefic member
ah you maraud abroad
ah mayhem merry merry
doth make summoner
summon me, some are stars
some are other
mollusks.

A tiny callipygian char, smoking
a chibouk in the mosque
will do nicely & ven we dance
the chaconne be sure it will be remembered not
pro bono cut a line, cut a lust off
like a limb of Giacometti in a giggle boat
ghost in the gibbet hole why ghost
in the crinoline.

Chaw roast, conifer toast
fit for sin to shrive in
gewgaws & gill slits
on a whim yet ho! sour
soubrette no need to
grease your muffin tin
with cerumen, chancre or chancroid


je tu? je tu? je et tu?


Hispid claw, angels gawk & graze
in dismay holy shits
come what may
grace amazing, jugs of camphor
vurds flail, giaours ail at the seams
of contusion sortilege in praxis
or sodomy, unmistakable.

Clew of Theseus sedated from the hip
bilabial trip, crypt cringe
biggity biggity, not to be outdone
that bitch inflection, shoot the tube
summonare! sorcier! billabong!
all in one.

Cut-throat heresy hinges
hypopnea hinges ectoplasm
hinges, hinge on hinges hinge
on everything hinged on one
nostrum bigos for supper none
succotash gin larder in a barouche
Anastasia! rides for the debridement
Oh sweet morphine debouchure
with Gideons & Gorgons she
go-no-go esta von solo unreposed
progenitor of Spoonerisms & other

frangible mercenaries.

SUBFUSC

After Bernadette Mayer

Nothing is sharp at six a.m.
but the blinding sting
of the sunrise in the irises
-Jonathan Sajda

Doctor the morphine hurts me.
Daughter the morphémès must be divided into dulcets packaged into tidy wads of
embolalia for the grimus
comes to wait at the foot of my head
a little while longer
Doctor I am petrified
of the maquette in the almira, dodger
desist I am dizzy desirous of perpetual
langweile
Wearing my wig of blue bells
I shake my musty arms at. I must eke
out this façade of nervous nurses & dalmatian wards
grown feral in denominations of ten
swollen tangos & seven tangerines insistent
wille zum leben decides to take me for a constitutional
amongst the eaves of thought negative
g-force makes me retch. The Ace of Knaves
is uncovered from amongst the shrubbery. A dubious
pleasure this anabolic frolic from the start
heigh-ho
these guys are
end of mission.

Following on all fours, tails of the unexpected
not to you, but to your incision, a few
pennies chinkling change left
over in case the élan returns ergo
I cannot complain drambuie
I must confess on the brink
of penury to indulge in. Nothing short of
fabulous.

The Grimoire of Grimalkin was just published on SALT publishing.