The Tragedy of Polychromatic Encounters
This poem appears in Granville: 20th Anniversary Edition, Expanded & Revised.
The tragedy of polychromatic encounters lies in singular deception of what we have learned this time from tomato rinds coffee grounds string strange sounds strange metaphors arrangements for flute and rhinoceros did not make easier all things under the guise of redlipped canine overbite but what we have absorbed through the inverse osmosis of the inner ear is clearly times new romance in twelve points rolling weak joints for pharaohs times new romans and regimes beyond the wet and dry cycles or try running up a reptile’s scale whose resplendent replicant treatise on treasured causes gives solutions to resolving dovetails into mud which buttons must you press to suit all gathered or at randon for the grimacing professionals who rot in sodden darkflower craze giving polyphony to to power one’s means matters in percentile tatters in an abbreviated stance thus educated medicinally allocated and modified for crater noses and rubber hoses and back to stringent meaning with no narrative as yet as certain green predicaments will often go about with wanton violence while discourse at the clamouring of stake and stuck and chainfood mesmerizes rigmarole of messengers of high vocabulation that proliferate their sign of slants or inclines in the kingdom’s heart that can’t be held responsible for gloucester for finest in the nine states and this place that cannot be tied down to a mere pensiveness cannot be apprehended by the station to wail into especially appointed reservoirs we’re told are ancient then to make amends to go in half a quarter dissonant to manstance to the resolution to a rise of new without the burden of informing those who must stay put in earthen caves and sandboxes where happy children and sly foxes play games as one though the requirement is crazed like cups if you could know a thing you wrote or if not could not but sawwat you get the work done for the lewd of trade for thinkness of the revelation heralded by a committee that only would be glad to stand and rue by ruins of little ole native you raising a hand in genteel protest don’t start again here do not bother looking for or checking shapes of face in mirrors or behind the door at minimum induce smiles make worship of the artifice of wort showing that calvary riding to mishima range does not recede or intercede to recoil of respective angles or refracted dead vernacular of beasts in some sense politic never poetic that searches for a robot lover standin mechanism which never roots in oldest difference between the darkpurple reeking starkmad skies what travesty the pull of chain can wreak by lighting up the bathroom mirror where the light reminds that you yourself are shorthand for the sky that impudently licks the cheeks of passerby resembles very closely wreck of trains that you keep hearing at the end of tracks where lies discovery of when to slap or hi my name is mary and I like flowered dresses and hi my name is harry and I am a transgressor a nail scratching in a ruffian’s coffin could not put me out but I have suffered when I was ripped apart by televisor trends and left for dead well let’s review what we have learned today first how to clear a path perhaps or how to light the back and how to answer critics with no bow of head and play at life without retreat to shells which by the handfuls they will sell to sunners on the beach in bunches by woman known as shelly who actually might be a man named richard in a dress who rains his chaos down upon us listen what we did try was take steps in right directions at minimum there was a predilection a preference for dissonance when we could pull down by their lacy belts the plumage of the birds of pray come into light I beg you even if just momently drink scotch press buttons seemingly at randon later tour the site of the fearsome exploding mountains ride the hills at some times desperate or tigersome and rock and rollick til yestermorning bid you come uncloistered festered in some readymade distinction of what once began by asking what is woman what is man a lack of disregard for murmurations so why on earth does shirt not match to pants well sawwat simply we’ll concede compassion found in worlds where no one can be sober quite enough to litter understands thank god.