Hesitation mother of all demon


Hesitation demon
eats time. As if time were not more

than a holland linen

stained with the rust from a pin

that attempted to mend it

that was oxidized by

the small Iodium demon of salt in skull-water spilled

Last night the usual idiocy that has kept me busy

A woman sitting at a bar,

and I hesitate, euphoria lost,
he who hesitates is.

she messes about with her black dyed hair, good enough

my fingers arthritic from writing poems

twist around the table-cloth, again the holland linen, is that it

the fabric, from the fates ‘singer machine, the fates determined this unlimited

greek tragedy hesitation

the greeks like the latin americans and the spanish

saw this as the origin of numerous crimes

(her fingers twiddle about the black-dyed bun of her hair which perhaps

is hiding a crystal ball, lorcan and fate like)

Decade
and fifteen solar gyrations
euphoria means
the good unscrupulous

the good that transports, that carries across
a daimon with wheels, wings, six legged
eight legged scorpion that carries across
There is a genocide happening in Iraq, and perhaps three other parts

of the vast and horrible mundus-cumulus
as I lament about this
there is no literary intrigue or heroism in having been
a frustrated angry little man bitten
by a scorpion and hesitator sounds like the name of a machine
electronic dictionaries do not recognize it,
must be a weapon of secrecy
People from the past become demons
idols of reluctance
and I spent part of the day in a small chapel ornamented
with their photos,
photon light lost
euphoria lost
where is the good that carries
if I throw their pictures on a wave
it is not a raft still
I am reluctant to burn the pictures of these
still born seeds of love, that like a bee that leapt from a holland linen
a bee that never gave honey,
lest it show she is under-emancipated, and instead
meandered into my house while I ate alone
after waking up alone, only produced vinegar
when my blood needed wine

when my heart needed wine

to get drunk so that  some invisible carnival shows itself in the room

in the prism of limitless shadows

—-

poem Hesitation recitation mother of all demons

by Arturo Desimone

2014

Valentin Serov, 1912

Valentin Serov, 1912

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