CYBERTRY
Part III
Werner
Reichhold
Twelve Poems
Table of Contents
In Search of
A Poetry Reading
For Two
This is
a Preface
Eastward Morning
Preceding
Profile
Service
Heat-blurred Contour
Masking
Autumn
Away To
Control But
Installation of a
Fable
In Search of
traveling in sound territories. Each
parcel
wears a mask to find new
contacts.
It can happen behind a
subway window
or under the
cathedrals' blue rosette in Chartres.
We imagine that such waves of a journey
return
night light the sea has a
weaver moon-moved.
Advice not settled means more time is needed
until
exchange can take place. The
more separation
the more will be
invested for understanding.
As long as the code of meaning is kept unknown,
the partner enjoys confusion. Out
of this
demanding concept
nervousness begins to trace
areas
of identity.
Negligently for a map showing a path to get closer, we
would
like to bend a finger, start
all over, call it the joy,
the
concentrated effort in search for a new
game,
the purpose purblind
persuaded
black eyes side by side one
sleeps, one is awake
dominos.
A Poetry Reading
Attention of the audience is so
intense
a cat feeling too alone
leaves the room.
With the heat of listeners expanding, trapped
vowels
cross a nomadic thought. On
the wall,
dust and the virulence of
words
partly swallowed finding
shelter. During
a collision of
tongue and teeth, relations
of
sleep, thieves and silence light up.
one ant, unimpressed, finds a way along
neighbor's
Leg hair. Passing columns
of a temple,
the block of speech is
leaving a gate.
Close to learning,
confidential swings
adopt each
other.
Into whose space intruding, a sentence feels at home?
Wind in pine needles take over the interior of pending wishes.
For Two
in which motion along the gaff? there 's the
veil
of a siren, rope,
back-winds.
The spinnaker has it to
come coming to be blown.
A
sea-launched skirt, it reddens the foresail.
Premonition forgetfulness? Chill in the Y of a
seaman's
fish-hunting fork. That
hungry? Egg-clouds depart,
they lull
a luminous language into
caverns.
Through a minimum of echoes
one hears
the Electric ray,
resembling a book mark. The quotable
mark, the smudge carries the
picture of a hard palate.
Probably the obscurity of getting across to a neighbor
determined to make a swing meeting
both halves.
This is a Preface
all following lines are prefaces
12 o'clock pm outside
the window moth wings
beat.
Since half an hour
you're part of
it
dreaming.
The quiet breath shows there isn't more to be wished
for.
Growth seems to be
controlled, seems to
be.
Immune cells respond
strongly before
getting
consumed.
Day time savings One hour less you say.
May I don't interfere in
places where
hands of my
watch hold on to?
Early today we feel the spoons' loss of shine
in our mouths. On the
knife's side
toward you
dried blood darkens, hardens.
A morning dove comes by, lands and shades two
bricks.
Since we avoid
looking at each other
the
dove stops cooing.
Eastward Morning
may not where known but
stranding.
The vanguard washes away
the vanishing point.
It's a pretense,
aflutter, not a aforementioned
in a
space where one can hear the hiss of a
viper
amed through neurosurgery.
That much of a split tongue scored off.
Moon-blue and tulip tree, both shaken. Moves
occur
without fear, coming closer
appointed restless.
Nearly a rare
anxiousness, one dares to call it
back
into a February-attached room.
There, the sleeper is held hostage,
prolonging
the minute absence
defines itself.
Fermentation under a tent of almost awakening; even the
former
pervasive way of viewing
aloneness performs with
a
companionable dream-segment. It may have
the strength of a cello string,
tightened from the snail
to the
bridge; in between a long armed bow.
Darkness dismisses its prevalence- eastward?
Morning,
the uplift with a nuance in
behalf of resigning
Breakfast
including oatmeal, then the
vulnerable
two egg yolks.
Lost later found
near the
train
the
pocket-mirror
I turn it
twice
my picture but not hers.
Preceding Profile
in the house of magnets the coil relates to the copper
wire.
Rapprochement,
winding ? No,
electrified
the heat of
July returns.
The foreground shows a resident mowing. The
indentation
indicts a
tame dear
passed.
Rankness leaving
a subject, annoyed.
I
abstain.
Neighbors ransack moist places for the taste of rubbery
fibers.
A fly , sensing
white spots on a red
pillows
traces the
thirst of its own.
One system and such immortal sacrifices to the
color
of give-away.
Whose power is going
to
compete? Curves in the shade
of affection differ;
they lean on
preceding
confirmations,
given, not installed.
Their profile resembles
a move under water.
Stability is held by two different weights in
correspondence:
one
uplifting, the other to be lifted
into
a gallery of
proportional light.
On craters earth shine flooding the moon;
can some of it become
mating?
One hole seems to laugh at the beach of Copa
Cabana;
there, tiny
textiles
communicate
each others'
fibers
A shark tattoos a mannequin, in good faith
continuing
competitive
tense. Here we're in convertible
vacation-mood; copper
tone wrinkles
resemble a
mummy's centuries.
Service
secondary by aperture
but how
dependent on a fold-up
tripod.
Flirtation, mercurial,
lightning-like flashes.
I use a
delayed-action shutter release.
Clouds cover half of the Montblanc.
Moving
sheep wool and the beard of a
Swiss
wood cutter stay countable hair by
hair.
January his hard time. Kids to raise.
Those mon Dieux,
would be first grade material,
could
defend half of the country.
On leather
shorts hail clicks.
There are satellite-taken pictures. After the
cobalt-blast
the landscape resources
will stay unchanged;
they say, a local
population that does not
give in to
serve more cheese
or secret bank
account numbers
can / will, Monsignore, be endangered.
Heat-blurred Contour
lengthwise the parachutist jumps along the
security-line.
There seems to be a
little more than sports
going on in
the desert.
Sensing a taped prayer, vocal cords sound not
quite
natural to the Sheik's falcon,
freed to catch pheasants.
Are the
birds opinionated about prey, similar to
the well trained parachutists?
Occasionally itches? proving
entertainment
of other materials, a
cry of crashing glass emerges.
From
a cock's throat phasing out pure yellow.
The gun is up the huntswoman's
pellets circle the air.
Autumn umbra and mauve explore heat-blurred
contours
of a lately accomplished
Mercedes. Is this the new
comfort?
She gets a ride besides the
conqueror.
Torchlight or is this a minaret on fire? A licking
hortative hint
pampers the eye.
Cross-questions play the thirsty mind.
Masking Autumn
Pumpkin pillow Halloween rolls its
desire
like a sea-soup to the
shore.
The esophagus obviously works as an
elevator,
sweets occasionally
get stuck.
Addictive licks -
could this be brown
chocolate wanting more to melt?
Ingrained wishes knocking on one door, then on the
next,
neighborly, neediness a
habit. The gender
libertine.
Noon, when it occurs
organized
waiting for a long
evening.
Such a bottling of grimaces on screen; one would think
one's own mask alone should
do it equally.
Stockings
hide a face - my friend?
is
the shooting real or do we watch TV?
Flashing red a cop's breathalyzer keeps Daddy away
from
coming home in time
that night. The ghosts
of
autumn are in search for spirits.
Something takes aim,
inhabited,
antedating;
fruit-strings
break the slime the yellow seed.
Away To
the unsettled, the ironing of
one of my
white shirts to go out meeting
swans.
A half-attached commitment, the
tie
balks some sprinkled-over
violets
breaking off and revolting against
edges
seen from others as the collar.
Near the river, we foreign guests
gather under and above the bridge
au Quai du Louvre. There, on
Sunday
a painter's easel leans on the hand
rail.
Today his Seine becomes a charmer on
hold.
Swans emerging as if they wanted to
appear
as white spaces left empty in a
watercolor,
enciphered while they
themselves are flying further
to a not yet chosen unattached
commitment
on their softest own.
Control But
lead along? Languor, is this where the pencil
goes
on late afternoon's wiggley
line-work
or is it the papers own
decision-making
how much white is
decided to stay white
during a
graphic's gray deception?
Debarkation relentlessly accuses
me
having the picture in mind, but not
under control.
Relevant information creeps into the finger's
muscle
for whatever acceptable
partnership.
Pure remembrance is in
a stage of giving up
credulity.
Something knowable,
imaginable
becomes familiar during
an upgrading
mathematical process
between constellations.
Wittgenstein gave in after Lucretius' simpler
annotations
to what can be drawn and
hidden
into the cards during a
twilight hour.
Is virgin-wool the warmest cover, does the tomcat
follow
only her? Are the two pounds
of asparagus
soft as what is wished
for?
Installation of a Fable
how long not be
willing?
Why does her
letter return
when hay
feels stuck in yellow?
Of
whose behest and
dozens
and duplications,
and departure
on the hillside the upper part of a horse appears
arching
close to me until
the appearance
of its full
size destabilizes the color of my skin.
Luck of power? do the ongoing leaps evaluate
voices
in favor to the
listener? The assault course
shrinks.
Foreseeable
steps follow the
unforeseeable
with a bug
on its disc.
The foretold becomes unreadable, the truly readable
is already accepted.
Let's say it is in the
face
of a car's rear
mirror: eye lids down to a long
skirt,
the pattern fading
along with its folds.
On the throat less exaltation. Several questions
converge,
some evasively.
The gallery we feel driven to shows
Installation of a Fable on 36 screens, mythical
creatures carry
a twelve
foot gong close to a white
mammoth;
on its forehead,
soft curled hair covers the
number
of centuries it run
through.
Cybertry Part III
Copyright © 1998 by
Werner Reichhold
AHA Books
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