It’s a funky brown day on the grand karoo,
the Sabbath, literally bitter, and disputed,
determined by a priori categories of the mind
whose nut or kernel is a massive (Hottentot?)
that conceals the innermost part or central fort
of a medieval castle. Literally, I am going down
in your esteem by chopping blows delivered
with the side of an open hand, like an assembly
of beams or girders or ridgelike part that scolds
or rebukes harshly as a lock nut or disputed clasp.
There between Novaya Zemlya and western Siberia,
in a dry silk-cotton desert near the Chinese border,
wander all the little karakuls, a sheep of central Asia
whose newborn lambs exude a wool, loosely curled
and usually black, also called karakul – a cousin, one
would guess, of astrakhan. I wander lonely like
a karakul, or any of several large green tree insects
who make shrill, male green sounds despite
their feminine names, which are the Maori for bitter,
and fall over suddenly, without dipping to either side,
feeling like nothing more than a small tube containing
a membrane that vibrates when one hums into the tube,
however cruelly, despondent, outcast, or autonomous.
Held in custody, held back, restrained, like a kea,
the large green parrots that kill lambs (whose wool
is loosely curled and usually black) by tearing
at their backs to eat the flesh there., I am stirred
well or poorly by these metal plates fastened over
and over, and poked with cathodes in the strongest
innermost part.
Endurance, as of a headache. Your continued disdain
as increased reptile life affecting every part, penetrating
as water through blotting paper, grayish blue and Persian,
like liver extracts. Evil, criminal, white, cup-shaped, the
persistence of vision causes visual impressions to continue
upon the retina for some time, as pain and offense are
a kind of perpetual hybrid rose whose fruit is sour
and astringent when green but sweet and edible when ripe.
You would have me be characterized by vertical lines in tracery,
or as some device used to mark a vertical line from any point,
afflicted or harassed constantly so as to injure or distressed, as in
persecuted by mosquitoes returning from a ruined city
in southern Iran. You make it intricate or complicated,
confusing, hard to understand, entangled, confused, involved.
PLEXUS: to twist or plait… for an unlimited time or legally
specified period, enduring forever, eternal, permanent,
unceasing, or for any rate blooming continuously
throughout the persecution season for Persian lambs,
its black, gray, or brown curly fleece used for fur coats,
etc.
Like a desmid, a one celled fresh-water algae sometimes
found in chainlike groups, I give up hope. Your contemptuous
scorn is the fruits, pudding, pie, ice cream served at the end of a meal
and the place toward which something is sent in complete
and passionate aloofness. It foams and cleans like soap
and makes worse, lowers in quality, depreciates the
lonely or desolate uninhabited deserted lonely grief and misery
of microscopic despumate, thrown off as froth, insult, injury,
malice, spite. And I, a mole-like, insect-eating, aquatic mammal
of Russia and the Pyrenees, with webbed feet and a long, flexible
snout like a ligament of fibrous texture, as certain tumors,
do lay waste and recklessly wretched wander in defiant air.
Otohime 