And the thing with feathers, and the fat wild Thor of Asgaradian times, and the warped wendful well of a wee, and the floppy foaming firmament, and the twisted sky-tweaking tree tangle, and the grope master and the free fleers of Ninevah, and the stately spanish galleon dipping through the tropics, and the hope of happiness and the corrosive pewter dripping from the dome onto the peaks, and the century's corpse, and the bloom along the bough, and all the trickling and bubbling circumstance.
It little profits that an idle idyll by this noteless notebook sprinkles glitter onto the morning town.
One-two-three-four, to farmer's market and Whole Foods, it tosses them down.
Spiders spinning weaves of endless complexity cannot corral the whirling, hovering, twisting, revolving, bending, hoisting, jousting and settling fibers of verbiage and verse coalescing cloud into vapory thread.
Spun away by the ratchet and the racket, the carriage whisks the bobbing specters to the worn and bent corners of the cartography. Green, yellow, crushed avocados and sun-dried tomatoes, marble swirls and confection, haunted new years citadels, creaking partitions, settling buttresses, the maco shark and the swarm above Paris, flaunting numbers and possibilities in front of witnesses.
A deep, slow pulse of water, splitting into wavy zippers of shadow that conjure lake monster visions, precedes the silent ferry's glide into the forest-girded wharf, not meters from fright and gasping huge spiders, puling ocelots and glow worms. From wharf to ferny fringe to crippled branches cursing the moon, to the deepest blue darkness splenetic with milky way and bulbous Saturn, to the rushes that wash the reeds, to the crocodiles that creep under the film, to the errant that clashes with berserkers and is victorious.
Where lone violins grind out their song, where grizzled silver grinds along sleak grooves and hushes the blustering oaks, opening their canopied hands to the cumulus for droplets, sages grow. Amid the turtle-slow grind of the spheres, dark blue turns black and dashes into the endless gloom and retrieves pearly collections for novel constellations and drooping pantheons.
The secreted jade barker chirps celebratory cadences to all.
Just some of the items gobbled up or parodied:
- Dickinson's Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
- Bob Dylan's Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man
- Old English alliteration
- Mardi Gras
- Masefield's Cargoes
- Tennyson's Ulysses
- Hardy's The Darkling Thrush
- Housman poems
- Whitman's spider poem
- UFO sightings
- Pound imagist short
- Tolkien's Mirkwood Forest
Happy New Years!