Man in a Hammock

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man
 in a hammock
private ensembles
 in some regal salon
 play upwards
 ethereal
 to the sun king
 in his hammock
in the ribbed rafters
 eccentric
 upon the scale gables played
 &
 upon the walls soundes crept
 noted in alabaster
 cantata on the cherubims' backs
decrescendo
 in sussurate
 chiaroscuro
 illuminate
basting the ceiling
 in rich golden oils
Beyond French windows
 Constructed by Italians
 Peacock blinks
 Twists
 & idles to the gardens
Crotchets fall from the roof
 in bars aire d by a boistrous cuisin
created
below
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Only Quests Matter

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answers

[1] Forge onwards smithy (said
the script girl, cautiously)

Action! [2] Fight wars, continually [super FX
smoke blooms brightly]

any angry policeman [3] Fail laws, legally [tether us
all to this box, sir]

scroll channels (rpt) [4] Horse Trials, Galilea.
See the high beams fall

of………….
caution: wars [5] Where’s Tails Lilly? [sud s hope

fingers] Refined the craft of the
Commercial

Break – a violent scene [6] cut.
Swords slit nails, really

[Let the lights burn a brighter magnum-
esium] Pan left deck:

Rioters “Action!” [7] Seven words lit sails,
Raleigh? And they are: ‘burnburnburnbur

…..nburnburnburn’ [8] Ace Sven cords Little Arms Leary
[9] Mind the hearse, a sister is weary [duty of the dead to wait patiently]

Sundown [10] tented Eden calls spittle alarms
: eerie [—down]

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quests

[1] Doth Eden forge trails to Galilea?

[2] Who says seven nails, perpetually?

[3] Are alarms onward wars?

[4] Legally, Lilly slit Sven: who did it?

[5] Is it really Raleigh who calls to fight?

[6] Does Smithy sword horse tails at night?

[7] Does Leary spit weary sores continually?

[8] The mind hears, will my mystery call?

[9] Laws fail: Do tents become sails to nburnburnburn?

[10] May smoke anger the rioters?

A version of this text appeared in  ANGEL EXHAUST 15:
Bizzare Crimes of The Future / Winter 1997 / ISSN 0143-8050

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Did you see her image
On the rockface, straining
Beneath the beach head?

Top layers soiled blown & burnt
Watching high rocks to rubble
Cold stones waved away

& an icy tunnel
Too high for travellers
Remains unknown still

Drag me out of this hail
By my fingernails, she cried.
We returned then by a rising
Sidepath, inverted.

The firestorm failed to
Consume as it once did
And will do again

Yet embers glow on