FIVE LETTERS FOR TONY FRAZER
Dear Tony
Ten years back the frontal ocean smiled paradisal – a year earlier the yes married abbreviation, a token of perfection that the sky rose right that moment between days – when I think about it, your way is a biting of the sky, I mean it’s polyhedral, it wants everything, one foot in the salad, one in the sand, the arms holding to the girth of the world with a Sane Man’s ascent into topiary, the ethics of arterial management being something that both looks good on the wall and opens your brain, ah!, like that and with a memory you didn’t know you’d have, it’s that kind of walk, the making of things combines the appetite you’d waited to greet with the appetites of others, as though by cooperation you both get intellectual dinner and the amuse bouche of complex zeal unfurls, the dross left dangling to show what’s up there, the threads of imagined glue holding your fingers as you stitch it through the book for everyone.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
I mean that, your hours are shining, the promise you made to an idea bolted through dirt whose traction yields like grape-ferns, apple-magnets maybe sally-hearts you give them – fleet sores meanwhile translingually para-healed, that helicoptering joined together histories they kept coming, Culture, vast splay, you could see the headlands from many points of view, I mean that’s the whizz, that’s the cream, the folly magnets all attached to Dreams anyone might peace there, pieces for the boards’ invention gathering, all tongues speaking as though you could bless the scourge by making openings for the mouths that came to ask.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
Such gnomon-facing tests we passed tomorrow, we were walking across the experiments with someone who wanted to make things possible, what?, that someone would find that map-spot where you’d met with language lands and say hey post it, topo-poetry sequels!, granges and aviaries attached!, waters hard by walkways yes!, let’s treat them to a message they can transom and inveigle joining all itself obliged, you are that kind of person here’s the mirror see the structure of a do that’s meant for you.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
A smile for meaning’s easeful, the sorted ones dutifully wracked up and blue-tack stopwatch foldings here’s one!, another and another here they come, the weight-worth depended on a scale of fun where bodies come the other side and dance, frolic, magma charts funning, the earth kind of possessive kind of watch-like fully gendered, all those pretty ones doing the simple bash notes, the frilly looks and Heavy throughout talk ones here they pitch, one and another City first walked into you and cleared the ground it all did – your own houses and deep walking one smiled there as though the invention of clearance precisely gives rise to a new kind of grocery we can eat with eyes and ears, how’d you do that?, oh I know, I know: it was a field, a house, a fleet of boxes papers trucks trains suitcases emails meetings meetings meetings where you gave them what they came for, and I was there!, I saw it when direction came up and asked you where to go!
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
A pearl, a cup, a wishing will, gone for it and no way to click, the weight’s all on the grace-note stop, where you come from there’s more of that, you must have drunk, you must have whirled, the dialectic’s all gone in, we swirl in a wild mobile where all Sane Smiles can join you there, such is the wish I have for you, brain smiles split scansions nodded in, no frill awry, no stone unpearled, a warm and sudden heartstone spill where human ardor makes a world.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
Ten years back the frontal ocean smiled paradisal – a year earlier the yes married abbreviation, a token of perfection that the sky rose right that moment between days – when I think about it, your way is a biting of the sky, I mean it’s polyhedral, it wants everything, one foot in the salad, one in the sand, the arms holding to the girth of the world with a Sane Man’s ascent into topiary, the ethics of arterial management being something that both looks good on the wall and opens your brain, ah!, like that and with a memory you didn’t know you’d have, it’s that kind of walk, the making of things combines the appetite you’d waited to greet with the appetites of others, as though by cooperation you both get intellectual dinner and the amuse bouche of complex zeal unfurls, the dross left dangling to show what’s up there, the threads of imagined glue holding your fingers as you stitch it through the book for everyone.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
I mean that, your hours are shining, the promise you made to an idea bolted through dirt whose traction yields like grape-ferns, apple-magnets maybe sally-hearts you give them – fleet sores meanwhile translingually para-healed, that helicoptering joined together histories they kept coming, Culture, vast splay, you could see the headlands from many points of view, I mean that’s the whizz, that’s the cream, the folly magnets all attached to Dreams anyone might peace there, pieces for the boards’ invention gathering, all tongues speaking as though you could bless the scourge by making openings for the mouths that came to ask.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
Such gnomon-facing tests we passed tomorrow, we were walking across the experiments with someone who wanted to make things possible, what?, that someone would find that map-spot where you’d met with language lands and say hey post it, topo-poetry sequels!, granges and aviaries attached!, waters hard by walkways yes!, let’s treat them to a message they can transom and inveigle joining all itself obliged, you are that kind of person here’s the mirror see the structure of a do that’s meant for you.
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
A smile for meaning’s easeful, the sorted ones dutifully wracked up and blue-tack stopwatch foldings here’s one!, another and another here they come, the weight-worth depended on a scale of fun where bodies come the other side and dance, frolic, magma charts funning, the earth kind of possessive kind of watch-like fully gendered, all those pretty ones doing the simple bash notes, the frilly looks and Heavy throughout talk ones here they pitch, one and another City first walked into you and cleared the ground it all did – your own houses and deep walking one smiled there as though the invention of clearance precisely gives rise to a new kind of grocery we can eat with eyes and ears, how’d you do that?, oh I know, I know: it was a field, a house, a fleet of boxes papers trucks trains suitcases emails meetings meetings meetings where you gave them what they came for, and I was there!, I saw it when direction came up and asked you where to go!
Ever Lisa
Dear Tony
A pearl, a cup, a wishing will, gone for it and no way to click, the weight’s all on the grace-note stop, where you come from there’s more of that, you must have drunk, you must have whirled, the dialectic’s all gone in, we swirl in a wild mobile where all Sane Smiles can join you there, such is the wish I have for you, brain smiles split scansions nodded in, no frill awry, no stone unpearled, a warm and sudden heartstone spill where human ardor makes a world.
Ever Lisa