Drogue Assembly

 

The human cartridge flushed by a milk of juices
mineralised solvents   /   truffle oil   /   let Ptolemy map it

because it cannot move relative to the eye
because the projector is fixed to a contact lens

parts of the eye contract in reflex
no matter / light crowds down

the mote resolving, capital  E  sanserif
combed through a template, truncated to  F    L    I
thrown 'LIFE', the stuttering optophone,  E  gone AWOL

The weeper who stuck his head in a waveguide
lived, but his tears fried, welding a lens to each eye

that the weeper be no longer identified as Manson
but a kind of mayfly, recombinant skidmark
a crow's foot essáys in the mud.

Corner reflectors line the canal walls
beaming the load down slowly

over the capsule
                            tangling cords

For lack of food this kind of mayfly
                         green ligature
clings to the pelmet            no mind

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Previously unpublished (1996)

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