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Then I went off to fight some battle

That I'd invented inside my head

          - Sting, Fortress Around Your Heart

You tongue the moon . . . and revisit the porcelain day

when you did nothing . . . could do nothing . . .

but move forward into a maelstrom . . .

the initial fascination stripped

compressing the algorithm

which bumbled along

with Wiz Khalifa's Black and Yellow:

Everything I do I do it big . . .

Indeed . . . the door opening to a windowless room

on the other side of the Williamsburg Bridge

soundtracked by Sonny's tenor . . .

You tried to cut the verb free

but you remained Faustian below the surface . . .

a green glow as if from a disemboweled tanker

which began life in the name of the father

as part of a re-enactment in a hotel room

accoutered with sparkling cityscapes . . .

You counted ripples from swim fins in the East River

but managed to enjoy most of the close encounter

ears stuffed with cotton à la Tarantino

as if under the ruins of a walled city . . .

You spent the afternoon riding the L train

rehearsing your lines in French

to embellish the mystery of the audition . . .

Jan Scholz