[First Character: pissing in a kettle]

Vocation for a jug. A vocational
discourse is in pouring, and who
dreamed of drinking to enoble
this predilection for the old thing
newer. If the jug is drained, a brief
squawking will be enacted.

[Second Character: scaling fish]

Jugs and a liquid sanctum.
Pull apart a jaw and pouring
to avoid the judgment, disgorge
a grunting sound and swallow
sheets of fire until expressing, expel
more shuddering and not
at random even sputter, spill it all
into the kettle, cursing.

[Third Character: chewing bones]

A mad grin, a grin that is not
liquid is stiff as every other stiff
is inflexible. A type of resilience, a study
in defeasance and everything
fluid, everything languid and more
reversible, nothing precise
without spitting, something liquid
and hairless, sloughing
the implication of a judgement.

[Fourth Character: scratching scabs]

A sputtering word, a genuinely
sputtering word that is not spit
by salting a wound meekly, it is not
spit by saints or by shrieking.

[Fifth Character: glaring at the sun]

Scowl. Scowl like iron, scowl
like iron moltenly. Scowl hotter
than any forge and spit fluently.
Spit in the fire and in stumbling, spit
in dereliction.

[Sixth Character: praying to his god]

A forge is not the only god. Of iron,
the forge and the hammer are not
the only gods. Of mettle, the forge
and the hammer and the burning coal
are not the only gods completey.

[Seventh Character: eating salt]

An urge an urgent need an irrepressible
urgency and no stopping, not even
a thirst or an inclination to bend
each day, an urge that calls this thirst
and this urgency is the only one
that rages, that leers eternally

07/30/2009

Posted on 07/30/2009
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