by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
into the black, leukocyte-white
that points native, a slavish-vernacular
in red-aureate arrows to underline
[there are sunless worlds underscored]
a plurality of such cursors, needlework-cells
that there is not oneness but a motley-miscellaneous
fluorescent courier-lights across this airstrip-ceiling
stratum alight, white-lying storeys, a rangy league?
the invertebrates ground unconscious
big damask bedsteads, comprisal, total; formaldehyde
and the inhabitant artist dips self-estranged
[old habits die hard for us, timorous too]
the shock effect of possibilities, carousel last-hopes
the waylaying large-scale shangri-la, a body armour
scale these drawings paraclete, intrinsic parities surveying
scale these long limbs, a jump-starting, a move about
the cut of down-to-sizing bricks, of red-tartan mix
this scale is smaller, the ones used at home venerable
put two or three or four together, armistice-white
streetwalking blocks together; and together luck-struck
you get a cottage industry, slowing toile-comfort
[if you go there, ask them for the many any names]
[go quick-unyielding and go easy]
past the dressmaker, his long-low hems a lined kohl
you abet nativity, suckling faith of sorts, nursling-naiveté
[what’s in a name after all, what upscale names]
of countersign scriptures reassigned; scant, chary
but nothing topical or life-breaths or lacerating
nothing liquid-oxygen or astringent
Last updated May 31, 2011