Phil Cordelli

 

THE LOCATION OF SOLACE

METHYL CELLULOSE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE LOCATION OF SOLACE

 

            after Roussel

 

 

Everyone is only a bad breath,

a tragic moment from madness.

 

 

Restive, gentle, manly scholar,

for fertile scent a glory, under elderly limbs,

used anew, at cross-ways.

 

 

Various seats of wicker. A small plant in a hurry to hatch,

dried soon and hardened.

 

           

Our regressive host collects these bent dead

to chemically renew the medium where formerly they had taken root.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

METHYL CELLULOSE

 

 

            after Smith

 

 

Have you heard what tune the rat plays?

It scratches inside your mouth

 

pudding fume and fiber

for the seized.

 

Stars crawl from gold

and quake, given feed.

 

 

A feeding of purchase,

plural milk, single war side.

 

Factory. The child must be

stolen from technique, after or under

 

the birds, the creepers and suckers.

Sudden burst of green.

 

 

The sheep have left.

Last fleece rebellion

 

in fur suits, crap hair,

patent hives inside

 

 

building still concern

above jeweled rainyards,

 

wrapped in sheets and sheets,

almost entire.

 

 

Bent ice runners and older climbers

kneading open

 

shot muslin, iceberg boats

in chain, like flanks

 

used to raw solidity

and brown-shaded ridge.

 

 

Red at the interior

to knot this

 

exorbitance.

Operating table, all one can study,

 

one of the past,

crumbled.