Raymond Soulard, Jr. New Songs (for Kassandra) - The ...
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Rebecca sits in my lap, I think it’s Rebecca—two giggles the same—they know it—<br />
they/she know it—<br />
Dr. Knickerbocker glares at me: “Serve thine muse! No less!<br />
Protect & sing! Thou has’t no other path! Thine<br />
instrument smoting, serve!” Sips lightly from an unlabelled pint bottle.<br />
I look at him you said go beyond charts & scriptures yes he replies I’m trying he<br />
said try deeper he growls do you know how hard this is? I say no he replies they are<br />
the same now Rebecca & Lisa I groan they always were he says advise me I beg<br />
keep saying I love you keep singing he says I look at him he grimaces<br />
at me is that all? yes that’s all—keep saying I love you keep<br />
singing<br />
I nod he sips—<br />
I feel you dream of death, I feel you dream of me, all is vulnerable sweetness & jackal alike,<br />
my touch in these lately silent days has tossed torrent toward you, protecting you loving you<br />
dreaming you, at moments becoming limbs of light shifting heatedly among your limbs of<br />
light, you awaken still dead, still dreaming of me, thus hope, remembering a kiss to come,<br />
remembering time a great fake of loops in empty space, I’m crying, I’m crying, all that is<br />
pulses, thinking: all that is pulses, thinking: all that is pulses thinking ALL THAT IS<br />
PULSES we hidden in the leaves proclaim the truth of need, of beauty, of pain, of mystery,<br />
truth & no-truth<br />
She looks at me quietly, now smiling bites my shoulder lightly by way of—<br />
She dances slowly around me in a music fool with love<br />
We travel nearer each other something that fingers twist among fingers feels like<br />
yes—<br />
I watched a couple dancing around each other earlier, humming, there were drums &<br />
mountains nearby,<br />
thud thud watching thud thud<br />
thud thud beating thud thud<br />
thud thud beauty thud beauty thud<br />
thud thud<br />
Tides & artillery—we watch the beams crisscross our floors & think: foul & think:<br />
perfection. Our meaning is a raw lash of beauty against a pressing hide of control<br />
mmmmmmm drums & mountains drool incandescence nocturnal breathing all is<br />
vulnerable. I found that collecting hours of belief in love enhanced—<br />
she sits quietly writing me new with pen some hundreds miles away & I sat writing<br />
her those in between received—<br />
Looks at me: “Waiting”<br />
Looks at me: “Mine”<br />
Looks at me: “Truth”<br />
Conjures & makes.<br />
Dance of dreaming, dance of death, the news today is that there is no news—<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle | 59 | October 2006