holyrit, manuscript cover image by Irene Koronas
excerpts
from holyrit
(Volume IV, The Grammaton Series)
1000
saints
triangle
blade; z shape. handle. a mismention
stab
at reconstruct: antique lover heightens
back
lineament, cheek canyons, hidden linen,
an
iron gate embroidered with rumors. cipher
on
the latch. opaque fist spit. directions,
red
letter start. slip gone down rear. wooden
blind.
hammer and dirty mail. polish tat tat.
cover
his hair nat. wall prayers, seal his lips.
rag
tail sleeves lit open and particles hang
over,
you see. perverse virgins. earring nose,
a
mind kidnap. mad women. mad men decide.
over
ween. could he be bound in a nutshell
or
billboard con-flick. botox forehead
chapter
10
bric
a brac infinity. portraits
in
frontal yellow
kill
frames. devotion
we
lunch with delia, clio,
jasper
and satin. her poodle
rim
dog
hands
on his ass in ¾ view
chapter
10 ½
stoop.
walk. outskirt the west.
sign
trapeze jumps. picture them
in
a watchtower and cellphone.
hike.
brandy slurs. almost
every
thin in need in vain touch
a
sniff launch apologia witless,
the
saints march, sans reclama.
twin
state. apostrophe. pretty facts
boor
pockets. jackknife. slay
pedestrian
green dinner plates
chapter
12
attic points
chapter
24
useless
an
ocular lie on tile floor
insane
pounce on keys, easy
enough
to do. multum in parvo
center
beam signifies 4 faces
on
glass, 2 centimeters in diameter.
ferment
pliny
en
soph
within
short glass she
stands
fully dressed in sunday
eggs.
her’s a vermillion wash.
the
raven vault with marble
teeth.
outrage as well as fog
blurs,
differs hector in rain
chapter
4
dihedral
angle.
vivid
circuit satyrs
listen
in hexameters
in
sling worship they turn
water
into tigers into the
yellow
pages 3: each face
faces
up 4: open and shut
5:
or not
chapter
7
flex
defense again prenatal
canal
with geraniums, a tuck
and
pull cheek
genesis
tells
us
to begin to blow. pantomime.
large
unitarian accidents, cord
lineage,
possess lots, goody
two
shoes. no belief. no telephone
graves
on the corner. after
noon
perfidy
8
fixtion
chapter
9
spare
rib without extraction-
adam’s
apple bob
20 birds
ergo.
she shops at least
twice
a week. not once. he lay
under
an olive tree sweating
bullets.
he waits for the mother
of
god to please her. she returns
with
bag acts
evening
hand
me that coffin. one side
of
the treat. you wave goodbye.
over
weight walk back. he calls
his
ripe, sancho
—Irene
Koronas
