because the worst thing about leaving angerlund for any length of time is having to come back…
we are lowered into it: this
bystander idea of a country.
parchwork, a pedant's tartan,
yellow and brown. we are
lowered down: bending first
from the waist, and then at
the knee. what is it? this
elegant and chastening power.
staunch cantos of calamity,
barrel-pianoed into knees
up, eyes right. bingo and dry
geometry. it is july: when
the bearers of orders yearn to
become the bearers of secrets.
they are whistling; ironing
creases into dirt
and documents. they are
making lists and sewing
armbands, plain and fancy.
we concertina
a protracted curtsey,
thank them for their
service. have u too found
this beautiful? a red
and yellow sign, gaffered
to paradise, declaring
the kitchen closed. it is
very quiet. this emblem
of acquisition. the discreet
hole they bored into
currency. it is very quiet.
an etiquette of many
moving parts, one
of the more active
and malicious forms
of understatement. we
are here now. and it
could be marzahn. or
any place yr swimming
form arrives through
heat unwelcome.
landed. a bluebottle,
settled on the porridge.
what is the purpose
of your visit? i live here
too. i reside. no. i roam.
no. i try -