tongued the sea’s the abolition papers please send back our fathers

(lens)
foreign vowels having been penned hands to do the work here
here first by hand and then
the gap forgave in a sense the hand that writes he rubs his [stumped] wrists
Volume I Issue 8
its stroke and the other into existence together
August 8th, 2006 drawing lines is a symmetrical evil saying that it will take a long time
for a small having two hands to outgrow this
foothold here to do the work
a killing place of ten men here we go in the land of the magical soldier
we named says the left to the right garbage child given green wear
for the sake a stranger’s charade and and a gun for all of them
of tenants fond the masked ball of hands here as in other places
of memory. at work at play to work where we read the sea
for playing hands is devil at a crucial meeting point
time in the details stitching bread somewhere along
XXXIII these hands as farmer a lingua pangea evolved
the farmer’s hands are not from the first event
Its made with the hands the same thing in the mirror a collapse of letter stones
or the hands have a way to till time now and a trick brick and a mortar cipher
of making themselves up his sleeve we give away babbled in the back room
immortal by your own hand in mock presentiment of mouth meanders now
in a heavy sense their hands and capable means chewing a meaning
self direction in the blue our hands and the hands he means this can be
world trajectory of father time mothered a meditation on something
the hand is its own master a gentle hand in passing diagrammatic malaise
now say Shulamith season bucks around the table distance from epicenter
show me the way from hand to hand to hold holds themweusall
of hands and forges the dying brethren now synoptically captive
so that we may forget with an open door

Len Shneyder
the finger-lock irony
splayed wildly on the stairs
from NOT US, NOT THEM around the supple corner
heavy with promise
XXVIII like a clean glass or mirror
against the reading page
lying flatly where the world
Wend the new has a depression
sophistication for every commitment
where the sands spoken with a gentle zeal
meet the text in the mode of death rattles
spoken texts and modern times we will
desert where recast these hands in bronze
they trace with hands at work
Pheidippides erecting structure all around
first in name a soiled space called work place
palace home in the mode of partisan hands
of sticks and held so much but nothing is
stones in held so much as held in hand
canvas rags to hold us through the candle
they’ve tied night of wailing hands
the pole with where weeping is ironic
a crackle and a gesture of so many flags
for a sport folded by hand
called darkle
XLVIII
A strong term is at work
in condemning the words
waking in a shallow
breath is guaranteed
imperial embargo
where will you go
without a leg to stand on
an arm to turn the page
resist the urge to put
the eyes back in their place
its easier this way
without an eye to see
the missing parts
play a muted theremin
in the land of the blind
the one eyed man is king
for a day or a prophetic
turn of events argues century
epoch and holding patterns
weshallnotbudge
we step in to step out
one step at a time
the last second
on a twenty four hour road
split the lanes congenially
parties pose a question
preferably in autumn
the season isn’t right
to uproot the known
discussion complex
can’t seem to make
the matter heard
to more than one dim ear
hearing this all again
hones the signal into
adjoining cascades
happenstance we trauma
“Those who bloodied this [holy
day]
and massacred innocent people
will account for it in both
worlds…
where we can see another impervious dissonance arcanum gives us base
sunset in the desert scape demands a demonstration linear prosperity must born to a child
jungle-mare more recent we’ve a silly habit forming measure the distance bread and meat
an edelweiss wisdom maintenance or resembling of an implied polemic
sailor man may come a time before the here exploitation factors out externalized treat
walk on water work and now we roll it all back the message in uhf number internals
represents the fluid nature remunerations for success we message or must make
a priori to the contrafact you victorious laurel the room for messages hunger needs
factotum holds the keys wreath and wrap a full ramshackle on the back for no body
inconspicuously aberrant this judgment jungle where the walls seem
symposiums held here into a neat apologia to meet the joint progress into
on the subject of repatriation for a time before and strangely make stated hoods
where we meet in bones the event that stopped the means with which
they lie them bones our keystroke affair to write the book made man elegy
and the bone song beatitude when we spelled and brace the strong to claim a body
where will the language the name of our heir enough to make
of the these bones in spite of our history it all collapse specific to name
meet in the morning or how to slow the wail fame to fault
a living slumber likened
piecemeal searchlight
violin arpeggio in fog
in a minor key the note
LXVIII which body
or strong stone barrier will make space
where they lay them bones to rest we cross toward one Well wishers along
having fallen here or there—or exclusive path or another the avenue at dawn offering form
perhaps road unrushed remains as all roads have if from depth
nowhere is as good a place the ideal tact here the sense of new
tells all but the sun beginnings bring at first seems
where the argument diffusing first the light nearer still the sense the color of
grows from the mouth diffusing the first light that ends are always
those fallen: those sought diffusing each other near before the day uniform bodies
a simple name as idea possibly a similitude sets us straight farming out
becomes a proper noun or a prose kinema along the narrow
to pronounce this place corruption cranium margin of disbelief self constructions
as readied for a visit can never be denied supreme imposition grow expiable
where grief is a dog what you see isn’t the corollary to ideas
living under the porch what we’ve had or has roots in hand forgetting where
who knows your name the experience dispute gesturing toward the body lay
speaks in simple terms exonerates the named the way we once
every dog has nuance no-man-can nomenclature shared the tongue bridging sky
in understanding those we call unnamed in verbal escapades in moderate dirt
a pocket full of words and a father prototype we action these items
that smell faintly into the will of make that came up
how you remember “for our will is strong… believe that this is the ground
the sea when arriving possible texture as
two by two by other framed in these terms snake skin marks will remain
beings and the lost tribe a full throttle choke the mile where we the ground
we remember when on pedestrian terms once saw the shape
a look through the eyes like we a people pallor of our complexity. ladders floor
remains a gaze fixated the color of their people placed to rest
a self-referential-raft populate the crater form
how do you want me to see where we made people for choices
you in the after light from a waxen paste LXXXVI dress death
put out of place and put out waning the want away
the lighted shadow from having more There’s the body
and then the body