Another South: Experimental Writing in the South

Seth Young

Seth Young from river we are caried by All says a glass doorknob Parabola ghost I float the living evenly in the then dusks The brown recluse reels down It is only you coming toward me An angel with tattooed eyelids flickers nevertheless Nor do my red you the wild quiet forms of mushrooms Nor mere psalm nor for alm My as then you grave is You tell me to name the sky w/o looking And we call the sky a mirror In reference to dreams drowning in woodgrain And faces turned musical shape calling Hope by the river we carry river we are caried by Madness Grace & Death’s Lonely Cricket In the ruined spirituals of Union freight Poverty turning tiger moths into organ music You say only when the wind dies do I hear the chimes who call my name You walk and weave the grass into braids And we share the honeysuckle delusions She severs thread thru silent watching And heat lightning moved up from the road And the crickets And the rusted and corrugated souls yellow moon i will rise over the hands my mist my tryst If treble hooks will I listen Red itself floods into superstition Nightsky veins torture a figure in chains Leaves wander in dark rearview mirrors In the trunks of the sunken junk cars the story lay hold And those who slept in ript interiors got strange tongues Children of the yellow eyed people stole my chrome for spears Something between us not a bridge happened And from the bridge poor wills poor wills call night I nailed to this bridge that holds no roads Only failure that is living that is laughter of the black iron birds escaping Kerosene torch light riddle refrains As summer sheds its vermilions Live oak weeping dirty rags of god Mosquitos sing their magenta threads White dove white dog You found me dead on the shoal Trestle timbers tremble with the train wail above a barge moans passing below uh-uh Two lovers lost to having other dreams uh-uh uh-uh Catfish feelers rumour surface it brings Another South 251 Hour loom green over rust And to Marion sang He’d scream bloody murder that he’d never Do it again, he wouldn’t fall into that trap again And go out the next day and do the same thing at random And they just was intending to kill somebody as an example… and they did kill sobbing, turned and walked away, sang,“I can’t look anymore when anybody is killed” Almost seems they’d nightwalked from church to prison Unhuman No other word can describe…There is no alternative in conscience The Riders chanting Nightsticks, Ropes, and Incongruous Canes Soon Beckoning the others… people turning around and coming back and I aghast Are we not going thru with this confrontation? What’s happening? We waited for possible snipers “However difficult the moment How long?” Not long. Still in for a season of suffering in the midst of all these glaring evils I do not know what lies ahead of us There may be beatings, jailings, tear gas But I would rather die nothing more tragic in the midst of all the stiletto silhouettes There is no alternative in conscience My soul is (un)rested 252 Seth Young To hide from among Certain energies run thru the curtain rods You can only pretend the house unsettles Same three nails cry in the rafters Same ampersands haunt these screens & grass kept saying over & over Needle eye will To live on raine alone I want to walk and breathe true stealth of moss Grow on shadows edge From a ms. entitled The Cryptic Calling You been stalking my evening visitors Gut strung with tiger moths and poison leaves burn your tongue The rat thief of poetry sees things Mud room walls think things To keep things quiet You slept in seines of cricket wings To climb this tree and hide from among My invisible armor of wind To leap from limb to roof To drop to the othershy side You believe the dead down the road a tribe of golems I am with you in The Crossing Field River rearranging shoals To float beneath heat lightning & the little white flowers With the red and purple ones in hand The moon reads dull Another South 253 [18.118.227.69] Project MUSE (2024-04-19 21:33...