Morgan Lucas Schuldt
The Coroner on Angel Lust
How long can this motion overmind, this haughtful onesome last?
One, two, threely forth-and-flaunting
for an hour, a day, so up and budging
from the body’s heap?
Portending what once, and now?
Blunt bridge to some her’s
or his’s yes? Please of a no
that lackens back to earth?
All soft-fledge and new must—
Useful such an ago ago,
who asks instead of urges,
give us ables?
Rather than the utmost aw-shucks ode-ing O
some other ahhh-ward out.
If in this lure & lapse of bluff & of not
but in a field on a calendar day
if as knot if as rabble if the jinx to my sneeze the bye then to seem & if sigh-lent to sigh
if in your –est fetch & petties
& wayword if wasn’t just as much as ever
in your black dress
if for lull & for during if for a peek of reach unoriented
if life is & if rarely
so that if every anything if underway is underway is elsekiss is sign-done
if criss & cross-bent
if building on glances
is upbrights & downtruths spake _-side &
if wined for song (which is blood-summed)
and if hurried when all is facets
if that too & the tellabout ourloud rapid of mention
if beck & stall
if in where only if strop if edge if what-all depended from
if a simpling sun in all needs
if so everyway brimful of found unequally
if tasks, the rearranged dirt loop & you
loop & you if outluck
if lights & nothing so much as a roam
if shine for
Then the sea-holly the body’s naked fundament its firmament left to let-me let-me care on
behalf when wanted least from adepts
then the might care to crave such from
then but no
then the mouth-colored the intendant the song which is inhale when kiss & then recumbency
(the many ways it’s done) the endless stake on the balcony with the incurables
then the supposes without vanity fuck that fetches the blood down from flounce
then gone quiet who am to you underdangerous without attributes unsubstantial right through
and without clock like snapped free the sea-holly for some sake of scenery put
then anymore there isn’t much to control, which is purpose a