. . .And in the halls of power: admen
adroit
to make ague
of plovers...
messianic
bores lunching with
senatewhores

. . and .elites who whisper
“je'taime, ma petite. . .”

. . . in an absurd
mellopoeia
of gauled semblables
who pronounce
themselves familiar
and sing in chorus

verily and
contumely.
to drink
and intimate in a single

maidens' ear
as her slipper
hangs
inside the air
ala fragonard.... no. watteau...

as in all sag-assity
her suitor creams

who wold his womble
to be coiled
in her squirreled ensemble

though, she,( in
acknowledgement of his
advancement)

addresses thusly:
" verily, humbly I
importune thee

sir not to take from me

the window-pane
of my narrative

non-fragmentium absurdum,

that thou might press
thy treats
to my remainders
as if my
humility
might live
as carrion to your
ministrations..."

....and he
inside the chorus replying:
"aye
contumely. . .
our polls
wellfavoring
the wrongs
of number
as tombs regale
the shades of thy grief
your needs
stored

without surcease
inside the collateral dommage
of my unduly elected creams" and she then, innocent,
and reviled for her
grace
inside his laquered
gaze
stained
as elevated

who fain would slumber
through
contumely's
triptych
via
Washington's Baedeker

frumious
with
pflesh
and the forced singularities
of her enforc-ed
stylishness
said back to him
whispering:

"Sir so randy
to verily seed
this flavor ed body
with your unperfumed
...contumely,
you who art
netteled in calibrations
crimes
&sing desire
as desire's
mime
in caress of
(contumely)
its
p(F)fenestrations
inside
'the
formalized gollems
of your vasty crimes'"

?

whereupon suddenly a chorus entereth
to sing:
"ragged.
contumely.
the furtive
coercions
of this seduction's
divertissement is the wind
in the unwinding
of her implements
and his snores. . .

where bodice
will fly
as kisses
dismember
singing
into the silence
as desire

is untoward:
(and she whispereth:
"ahh wind
I am so alone
and I implore thee:

how is it you do not
do me more?")

**
the above chorus followed by fair maiden's further answer, yea, her elaboration to him, which, in its rigrouous rejection of his advancements, did take on a character of silent praying that was not unlike a pathetic beseeching which inflamed him all the more as he watched her squirming, as she said:

(contumely...
sailors kissing
naussica)

"where men of death to halberds bred
pluck hearts inside homerics dimly

to make of them a putsch... 8:45 AM...
when contumely smacked upon yon towers

in rush of yeas
to neigh
contumely
its mirrored falling in desire's
wound

a blue so blue
this sigh's
canzone
"concieved of virtues
by plan forgotten"

became that which would save
where it need not go

periplum
undone

erasure's
node

palimpsest
of what it does forebode...
(and she still speaking, hidden now in
shadow)

"pray remember that at thy command
I did sit
after I came
in goodly gait
though not to wreathe the pleides
about thy face at thy most scurrilous and
unfeeling command"

and said imperial replying:
"in silence
ought thou lick
my ivy
in duty's linens
by beauty's nape"

and she(aside)
"contumely. . .
as thy sighs did
fill me and
that which is below
did grow"

:
& said imperial again, sharpening his elbows:

"a bellows
then for thine
fortune know
that thou didst
take what
came
to slake
its desire
in thy fleshly pillows"

and she. ( clearly and forthrightly now)
"contumely.
...sir
I shall forever your defeat to
seek
in starry fortune
where hazards waite for love is a grimace
of girdled wrongs
and I have come
ne're well to your bygone".

and he,in retort:
"have come with contumely
to pinch the devil's tai?

and roar
against the ordinance
and the prefect's veils?
Pray thee you succulent pullet remember

I can hire half
the population to kill the other

and laugh and laugh and laugh
and summer. . ."

(and then so entereth a dead knight suddenly sitting up to speak)
"Aye, contumely...
the sibilance
of night
describes
the future
of every
sacrifice
time
would pen

as it erases
while singing
with song
much persiflage."

**

chorus, out of nowher and for its own reasons::

"stars
and the stars
that stars erased !

Bitterness.
tears
bordered blue...
the nodal radiance
of shades
who sing
contumely
and did verily amaze
this winter's whore
with hoary glaze...."

(and, at this juncture, quite by accident, enter a jesuit..
who shall, in this piece, do nought
but sit, as there are no templars left to erase)
and said maid in reply ( talking around him)

"aye
perfumely. . .

the ministration of your fenestrations
concerning the current administration
--auggggggg
remove me...
...the window seeks its shape in sky
the prefect seeks his shape in ardor...

but none may plead with cfr or find their shape inside its shape
or break away from their shining pates

so. . .arrhhghhhggg the wind
and thine honorific
that kissesas it stings

as nettles
under a ferrier's apron

Aye
and a...resumptive presumption of
said nodal
blue
is the warrier's beginning
in the harrier's genesisi. . ."

and she still speaking, eliding then:

"and ..pharmaco-therapy...?
good sir prey easy,

that thou wouldst take from my head
it's greatest sufferage
for a
lliting deference
that serves
your bread
and the cotton that embroiders itself
in forgotten

contumely...."

**

And said chorus breaking in again

on
the couple as they spake:

"oh time
that has come
and time that has not turned left
and time that has wander ed
and time that has leverag ed
and time that has so ld
and time that has canker ed
and time that has fl ed
and time that has knacker ed

and time that stink eth
and time that suffer eth
time that floods
and time that pixellat eth
snaggething liliies
out of dagon's hair
time's roundness
as if a silence grating
red
flesh
inside green strip ed melon

the winter
a muse
of sun
bereft..."



and then that fair maiden
continueth:

"awwk. undo me,
&arroint thy pelf,
that wormed its savor
in my dewy melt
and grows a shade
from wintry styx
into and through
thy flesh's avarice
still echoing inside these too- permeable depths"

**
And said imperial ,
coercing a chorus :

"thy
sigh's
contumely
are stars
cascading

and troth of ply
that bends
desire's
devilment
awry.
Aye. Consumes me.. .

as you. oh laggard

on the road to wealth
know that a bear
always rides yon
bull's back that our many suited enron
that steals
from pawns

does hide its lack
in what is made out of nothing
against the sibilance
of any most unfavor/ed manicheee. .

and she: (fair maid yet nearly prostrate with grief)

"anon good sirs and madams
who sing
at threat of my neck
I shall thee thwack

for none but a Templar
may offer a moneyed solace. . .

aye
contumely

may the words of
of a churl
cuckold thee


as strange wetted lips
know

thy wifey 's
wrack."

**
and chorus, still, andwhispering:

"and sleep whose bliss is a single breath
and winter whose stars are singular
and torrents of snore
to which stars bore indigo
into ruins of apoplexy
to sing the music
of a spirit and teach the winter
to adore the fall..."

and he,interrupting,

and still pursuing with imperial ardor
in reply most humbly
to his object petit a:
in chorus or duet
most pathetically:

"Reduce me. please.
a master needs his slaves
As I am death
not grace
come
to time's
mortal aches to do
in silence
what silence does
aloud

amid
contumely's
starry shroud

its dark
conceits
&
human torpor
beneath
(contumely)
a viscous humidity
that seeks thine sweet and
fleshly
clouds.

**
and she,
returning:

"oh ruins
that have made me late
oh ruins that have
kissed me
prating,
upon thy great stone pin
that tuned my furry
plebiscite
within the city's reams
where I am
reverse-
Pentheused

. . .I do not
care
what thou wouldst
I do not care
what thou
couldst
I do not care
what thou
shouldst
(though I do
care what thou
doest)

I am
mere
silence
of His grief
though spires
rise

toward thong
from briefs

and I
who have
become
mere sigh
in your
creams
see more
than kings
or queens may dream...