moving the linguistic furniture around (in a city of unreal estate
Daniela Elza
1. walk obsessions every day to prevent them
from foaming at the mouth
from tearing the furniture apart.
2. then go places without them.
3. study the anatomy of palindromes and
sidewalk shadows. 4. walk up and down yourself
back and forth. 5. leave serrated declensions
in the kitchen.
the recipe you left behind does not add up.
you have not made sense
for so long
all you can do now is listen to it hiccup all night
in its proliferations.
you seal y/our soul in a jar. till it gets the gimmes.
feed it a doggie bag of punctuation. a variety of
upside down silences and gimmicks.
then gamble on the liminal.
can you help it?
in your severity you say:
syncopated black is not so black.
then kiss me through the bars of your void.
baby you put the ass in assonance.
cultivate doubt in all the untrue and untried ways.
put your finger on the pulse then complain
of its artificial beat
while kissing wind-
worn statues in your post operratic garden.
things in your hands lose their names.
become untitled for posteri(or)ties
for future etymologies
petrified to stones you erect in parks for public
consumption
and viewing.
your name leaves
the truth behind.
I watch you fade a little more each day
as you march linguistically
phonetically
unapologetically
down the street and around your
favourite bruised city corner.