The most awful thing is to stare at images of human organs
               diseased or otherwise
               and taste the similarity to morsels of fatty steak
               with just the eyes
I went through a portfolio
of cystic and solid neoplasms
until all I saw were bits of good hamburger meat
  - glistening jewels of fat next to juicy bits
           mouth slavering
                       but then confused and disgusted when
                             standing up
                          I felt the meat inside me
                          squeeze together
                      and my body turning to sausage
                     and imagined holding my mother's pancreas
                        just another sweet meat
                          pathetic in cold air
                              a primitive ugliness
                              deranged by tears

Latium

   not

         dead

       islands

but the milky
                streams
                enriched soil
                mountain fruit
material
            for
               an imagined race

her hand
           waiting in the grass

for
you

but also
the orderly soldiers
colonial disputes

a
fiery
whirlwind


near

      a river
               
lined with asphodel

 gate of ivory

Master in the air to London.
  A message at night
             ..opprobrium..
     negative electron density
   a phantom molecule
Newton in bone-colored sea foam
                 Solaris

I age
   memories accumulate
   constant volume
     rising
           pressure
                  work zero
                  heat waste
Trees outside window.
Long
     thin
     trees with bark peeling.
Childhood birches lining the city.
Mountain trees framing white sky.
Snow laden trees in college.
Frozen
          drooping
                 trees in England
Almost slipping on white ice
         alone
  vaguely wanting to die

Work-Sunday.  Complex-Formation.

music: Scriabin sonata 5 opus five three
            the opening:
            a revelation of dim
                notes chirping dully
                in lower octaves
and then long
          endless
                   sverkayuschii...

      the ocean's savage indigo enjambment
                                         

Word chains of english language in whatever idiom [I hate].
Word games like french or russian, or even grammar-empty chinese
      though too fat with congealed aphorism.
All vomitus-inducing after gargled through mouth.
A song of rules: transparent chains - like boring mozart tunes.
A sawing noise.
Memory of modern german boys mindless in
       their ritualized Glaubensbekenntnis (mostly low-ranking SS).
      Or the grammar obsessed outsider
      wielding subjunctive
                     Balmung
                     against self-pitying imperialist.

In meiner Arbeit, different chains
          electron ropes plaited in round labyrinth.
                           At core,
               tight like diamond.
                  > 800 mg/mL
           Unmelting stones of ice


Too many projects hounding brain.
2 poisons:
      liver eater and usurper of white blood.
                 Hiding always
            behind the sweet
                    moving
                         layers of
                     water loving rings.
Unstable.
Unrecognizable.
Feeding the lumpenproletariat of science.
me.

Pensive
Persian
friend in
Cypress
with
deranged
French
millionaire
for wedding
of G.
Both rejected
by cypriot locals:
      turks painted to plagiarize
      minoan pornography

Gallic drunkard spewing
                        endless abuse
                      at boring women:
      'closer to arabs and syrians than to Europe [french].'
 
Rubbishy English on its beaches.
                     refuse of britannia