Excerpt from: City of
God
And in the halls of power: patricians
adroit
to make aspic
of plovers...
messianic
bores
lunching with
senatewhores
. . . elites who whisper
je'taime, ma petite
(in absurd
mellopoeia
of gauled semblables
who pronounce
themselves familiar
and sing out of tune)
saying “verily and
contumely”
to drink their life
from the maid’s hot slipper
hanging
dutifully inside the air
ala fragonard....
Or no, watteau...
(--what 'ho'?
...contumely)
as in all sag-assity
the chief does dream
(who wold his womble
to be coiled
in said maid’s deft and squirreled ensemble )
and, she in
acknowledgement of his
advance,
addressing him thusly, boldly, regardless of circumstance:
"as verily, humbly I
importune thee
sir not to take from me
the window
pane
of my personal contumely
amongst that narrative
that might press thy lowest treats
to my remainders
as if my
humility
might live
as mere carrion to your
ministrations..."
....and he
inside a chorus replying:
"aye.
contumely.
our polls
well favoring
the wrongs
of number
as bombs regale
the shades of your griefs
your
needs
ignored
without surcease
inside the collateral dommage
of
my falsely elected pledges"
and she then, innocent,
and reviled by him and others for her grace
inside his laquered and horned
gaze
that remained as stained
as it was elevated
who fain would slumber
through
contumely's
triptych
via
DC's Baedeker
as she, so frumious
with
pfleshly shape
and the forced singularities
of her enforc-ed
stylishness
said back to him
whispering
her blond resistance
“And you so randy
to verily seed
this flavor ed body
with your unperfumed
...contumely,
you who art
nettled in calibrations
crimes
&sing desire
as desire's
mime
in caress of
(contumely)
its
p(F)fenestrations
inside
'the
formalized gollems
of your vasty crimes'"
?
whereupon suddenly a chorus entereth unexpectedly
and sings:
"ragged.
contumely.
the furtive
coercions
of this seduction's
divertissement
is the wind
in the unwinding
of thong
through implement
where bodice
would fly
as kisses
dismember
singing
into the silence
as desire
is untoward:
(and she who was his object
interjects to whispereth:
"ahh wind
I am so alone
and I implore thee:
how is it you do not
erase me more?")
(the above chorus followed by fair maiden's further answer, yea, her elaboration to him,
which, in its rigorous rejection of his advancements, did take on a character of silent
praying that was not unlike
a pathetic beseeching which inflamed him all the more as he witnessed her squirming,) and
she said:
(contumely...
sailors kissing
Naussicaa)
"where men of death to halberds bred
pluck hearts with dead homerics dimly
therefore to sing inside a putsch... 8:45 AM...
when contumely smacked upon yon towers
and thy thornbush
did flavour
an oily
appropriation
in rush of yeas
to neigh
...contumely
its mirrored falling in desire's
wound
. . .and said imperial replying in a haze
"in silence
ought thou lick
my ivies
through duty's linens
at beauty's nape"
and she(aside)
contumely. . .
as thy sighs would
fill me and
that which is below
would grow:
& said leader suddenly yet again, sharpening his mammoth Texas
elbows:
a bellows
then for thine
fortune know
that thou wouldst
take what
came
to slake
my desire
in thy fleshly pillows
and she:( clearly and forthrightly now)
contumely.
...sir
I shall forever your defeat to
seek
in starry fortune
where hazards waite
for love is a grimace
of girdled wrongs
and I have come
ne're well to your bygones.
and he, in retort:
have come contumely
to pinch the devil's tail
and roar
against the ordinance
and the prefect's veils.
for “I can hire one half
to kill the other”
and laugh and laugh and laugh
and summer. . .
(and then so entereth a dead knight suddenly sitting up to speak)
"Aye, contumely...
the sibilance
of night
describes
the future
of every
sacrifice
time
would pen
as it erases
while singing
with song
much persiflage.
**
chorus: stars
and the stars
that stars erased !
bitterness.
tears
along a turing surface...
and the nodal radiance
of forgotten shades
who sing
and dance and sit
(contumely)
(and now, at this juncture, quite by accident,
enters a jesuit..
who shall, in this piece, do nought
but sit, as there are no templars left to get)
and said maid in reply. Talking past him:
"aye
perfumely
the ministration of your fenestrations
concerning the current administration
--auggggggg
remove me...
...the window seeks its shape in sky
the prefect seeks his shape in ardor...
but none may plead with cfr
or find their shape inside its shape
or break the pain from its shining pates. . .
arrhhghhhggg
the wind
and thine honorifics
that fuck it
stings as nettles
beneath the farrier's apron
Aye and a...resumptive presumption of
said imperial’
blue
is the warrior's begetting
inside the harrier's anti-genesis. . .
(and she still speaking, eliding then)
"and ..pharmaco-therapy...?
good sir prey easy,
that thou wouldst take from my head
it's greatest sufferage
for a
lilting deference
that serves
you bread
and the pain
that embroiders itself
in forgotten
contumely....
**
And then said chorus
breaking in again on
said forc-ed couple:
oh time
that has come
and time that has not turned left
and time that has wander ed
and time that has leverag ed
and time that has so ld
and time that has canker ed
and time that has fl ed
and time that has knacker ed
and time that stink eth
and time that suffer eth
time that floods
and time that pixellat eth
snaggething lilies
out of dagon's hair
time's roundness
as if a silence grating
red
flesh
inside green strip ed melon
with winter
the muse
of a sun
bereft...
. . .and just then that maiden
interrupteth
with a loudly squawk of empty interest, saying:
"awwk. undo me,
&arroint thy pelf,
that would worm its savor
in my dewy melt
and put a shade
from wintry styx
into and through
thy flesh's avarice
echoing inside these too-permeable depths"
**
And many elites singing back
in chorus:
"thy
sigh's
contumely
are stars
cascading
and troth to cries
that mint
desire's
devilment
awry.
Aye.
Consumes me.
(as you oh laggard
on the road to wealth
know that a bear
always rides yon
bull's back
& that our many suited enron
that steals
from pawns
does hide its lack
in frutitage of ho' money
against the sibilance
of any most unfavored manichee)
and she: (fair maid speaking yet again)
"anon good sirs and madams
who sing
at threat of my barest neck I shall thee most humbly and
metaphorically thwack
for
none but a Templar
may offer a moneyed solace
aye
contumely
may the words of
of a churl
cuckold thy
husband
and strange wetted lips
know
thy wifey 's
wrack.
**
And sang that chorus again so empty from nowhere:
sleep whose bliss is a single breath and winter whose stars are
singular
and torrents of snore
to which stars bore indigo
into ruins of apoplexy
to sing the music
of a spirit
and teach the winter
to adore the fall...
(yet before they can finish our chief doth interject sounding forth in
a finely managed executive ardor:
in reply most humbly
to his object petit a:
in monologue not duet
and most pathetically
"Reduce me. please.
a master needs his slaves
As I am death
not grace
come
to time's
mortal aches
to undo
that silence
that silence makes
amid
contumely's
starry shroud
its dark
conceits
&
human torpor
beneath
(contumely)
a viscous humidity
that seeks thine sweet and
fleshly
cloud.
**
And she,
replying to his sighs:
"oh ruins
that would make me late
oh ruins that would
kiss me
prating,
upon thy great stone pin
that would tune my furry
plebiscite
in the city's creams
where I would be
reverse-Pentheused
I do not
care
what thou wouldst
I do not care
what thou
couldst
I do not care
what thou
shouldst
I do
care what thou
doest
I am
mere
salience
of His grief
though spires
rise
through thong
or brief
and I
who have
become
mere sigh
in your
creams
see more
than kings
or queens
may dream...)
— David
Hickman
