Poetry
SIX Poems By Jane Lewty
Octave One feat. (Sweet Instrumental)
I can see you, a sort of asleep me I can look at
but odd to see it a hovering
that won’t ache my head over-much
in gregorian fore- a fore-chant
then back- back to front
sheer beaut splintery the wastes of
our time was well spent was meant to be mixed
my soul
is ambitus and
deep sound follow me follow me
let me be let me
ne`mo salt`at sob`rius prim`a luce lux men`tis lux orbis
(nobody dances sober)
at 5.a.m. anyway (mind’s lit up)
lux orbis and everybody’s free to feel good deep sound follow me
In the off-times
I was able to get a listen (to the doom that drop the bomb)
I was there
thoroughly pained covered in pains
as those I now brush from the non-corners
of this non-room
On an unmade road, grey walk
its watercolor old tramway sway wires girl asked to alight, silhouette. some rainsound, best ded, small brick small rain piannissime. where are we? in t news saying never eny idea who. night too early fell. and that loony escaped for an ower, then an ar, by t prefabs. the piggery known as. the scum who lived there see mi small, bits of me in leads, in woods, after dark mind. and by day those telephoto fields of rape in the long eyegaze. a datestone at the apex of a hill where metal gas drums are seen to rise and fall depending on money.
Askew
Aclinic line. Does it pass through points, quite horizontal No dip/ inclination, long and midway.
Abscissa. X mentioned first before the ordinate.
Strain gauge, stress in rails (break, bridge, grid)
all sorts of derange lightening of rare occurrence
but when so so the
bank of lamps refract & town (not city) silver
shadowy inscrutable obscene crow feet and vane
says faith/unfaith/faith. Such delight live phone account
when the weather is bad every word you’ve spoken down
cupped mouth-to-mouth heard watts & e.gs dyns & ohms.
Slate rolled
after-rain sulphur hangs in the garden you call & drive yourself mad in.
small automaton you do not come for nothing you come over the motorway
worn-out vandal spineless
glow-metal stare
would do anything. fitting. spineless. acrid. acrid
hard wiry. we’re the
excrescence the exciter
craving of chalk
aberration event
fitting. spineless. chill catch of sound. that lost to
wrist. would do anything. for a body
event yes would kill for a furor
stiff wiry adroit back to slur
the wet sides of an
adrift creature. its back. its inner thigh. soft chalk. almost too so.
does not conduct. silver does. alloys do. fluids do
thicken and
exciter exciter
automaton your front
is on a back unfit
the sound of wrist midway
slittered like fine ice.
parlor pictorial poor smell of old fire
contrite more like contriturate
on all fours at the two bar
radiant heater warped it was
strange part of town
pebbledash fretsaw fence little switzerland
little legend of wintersweet winter sweet imprint
and dogs they brush against its corners.
end of tongue bitten outside of tongue
electric shock these things happen.
Twist in the body being this, the burdening of repeat. Black coat insistent set meaning
but really a whole host of matters
that may or may not be. Black coat under a pavilion
in the park, lost, but still standing for
the quiet terminus of self, its detail pigment-wise
defining slightly what is. The tenterframe there to say
much more like stopping in a mill town
window open to briefly let in rain. Cattle bagged in smoking heaps,
blotchline of houses, back room three sides. Slow river.
A.D.RIFT written wall-to-wall.
Rapt from any heaven, roots an inch long
saw cooling towers that meant andante adagio the cold and no ideas.
Mouth on marble in the town hall, henry moore maquettes
dug-up boat blown to quiet, ash weltering. Written in a different city the name
never thought to spell it.
Black of points to re-collate and gather up----
serried wants, each one
scale-less when expressly thought of, too violent and imprecise.
Réseau *
……half way halfway
of the west-to-the-west
haze-line striations
resemble tight spray
o december
re-laced, re-sewn
re-eve- to pass through a hole and back: a miniscule turn, a self-curve
the horizon a band
to move under, never long wet, never long dry
weather centre reads lo. L.O.
sublunary its coldlike breath around itself a white square on the window
where the glass is a chart
its finework the sky
far Draco, Auriga,
Lacerta, Serpens
Sagittari, Antares
----------ø--------------------------/
μ \ /
---------/------------𝜕 ¥
/º \
A flat spindle sketch
take it away
hold it to the pull-blind light
that leaves the house so.
Numeral. This to that. To that this. A trace
like birdseed, bright dots on a basin, a triptych times two
and through it, the street
snow-bent, siftspill
whiteout everours
passes by
a tiny icedrift
cirrocumulus
undrawn
can’t be drawn
immutable
in its mingling figure.
How it works in me, it leases [lets out] makes me say
yes, there will be precipitation tonight [on the eaves]
later mist slipping in airfoil chill
and o [l.o] the weather centre, its black stitch print
is broken
in a halfway life
through a hole on a glass []
where L is half
or almost.
And I’m sure there was something in the road that fell from you or me.
An acrobat or a face.
A cirrus spill lid fall lid fall. Just shy of one cloud.
In the lateness of the day, silvering gladly
I left prints in the snow to the
neighbor’s fence
dark incline run-off holes
diagrammic
point to point
pain vs. gravity
loosening space about me.
*Meshed ground in lace. Astronomy: a network of fine lines on a glass plate, used in a photographic telescope to produce a corresponding network on photographs of the stars. Meteorology: a system of weather stations under the direction of a single agency or cooperating for common goals.
Jane Lewty is the author of Bravura Cool (1913 Press: 2013).
