Section 3.1.2 47-82
When you are less
angry the landscape recedes to a horizon or a moment that clangs
In the soundscape
of the Danube there are those who make me want to puke over my shoulder when no
news comes
You loved Tishe
Amijo Head when she left your body in Oxnard and all that remained was a
postcard of the beats with her name on
A book bearing your
name may or may not exist moulding a jello map from prominent bumps
That book may
contain invectives against the government along with portions of August and
forgotten poets from The Penguin Book of 20th Century German Verse
I take hold of the
toe of infinite power and loved Tishe Amijo Head she lived in a car with a bank
robber called Buck when we made love
The book you may
have written you believe makes no mention of this
When a woman leaves
her body they leave yours also to listen to the Danube but no longer see it
When you lie flat
beneath the wine dark sea and feel the fresh water touching it there are marks
on your arms where the secret police promised to twist them
Turning away from
metonomy towards the space that the globe opens up things you wish you had
never written thinking you had hidden them in the lungs and the liver
& the spaces
between letters
When you are less
happy you try everything revolutionary
To turn the clock
back to a time before the industrial revolution you think
You do not know if
there was ever a time when the secret police did not know where you lived
When you are busy
initiating and documenting a more sexual mode it is harder to tell if any of
the participants work for the filth
To fight with a
person you must use cum but not for the weapon for example I fight the monkey
with a rose
Cum simia rosa pugno in England thou is commonly used because in that country they
have no need for police
Everyone who lives
there is dead or asleep
Tim Atkins is the
author of books published by Book Thug, The Figures, O Books, Barque, Crater,
Boiler House, ifpthenq, and many other presses. Petrarch Collected Atkins was a Times Literary Supplement book of
the year in 2014. He is the editor of onedit.net. He can be reached at timatkins1234@googlemail.com
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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