Arpine Konyalian GRENIER
There is to love
there is no consequence to love
I listed toothless accordingly
a psalm edited for truth
not anymore
accordingly
how mattered are you I asked
if you have three give away two
keep five you said
how on the orange couch we sobbed then
dead pressed the troops without
lesser and easier than Ah
it was you who said
Ah!
to do something dumb like be safe
each piece sewn together
of who with
what for
because of light perceived
because of matter
fussed over
that
Ah vous dirai je Maman!
and they dragged your body over asphalt
a way of arranging the cap index
to one of sharing
it was
absence evidenced by what is
dead from the start all
pressed without
preposition
Ah vous dirai among those you did not belong to
the norm je Maman encountered
so was your conversion I’ll say
Oh Mama! I cannot fill my childhood places
sounds that do not belong
keep the pace for step (please
the shock of recognition of
non-such pace instead
demand a full investigation
isolated then mattered (willfully
opposed to those who convert as releasing
there as I am I am still
the addition/division
adding up to nine cycles
within the difference
Oh you Mama Intended! I'll say
stuffed and boiled
boundary
toothless
pace pace you'll say
I mother index
feeding
point to it
ponder it
repair
the subject crowd-impressed
itself the container
how this was a source of joy for
the evidence of light in stone
the builders rejected
to mount the horses to move the mountain
undone about the conversion of pace
to not have come after ourselves
the kingdom of light did not
kill the idea
what you do not have will not let go
the ritual of scarab in rose oil
the old woman with lines
screaming
war is
distraction feeding
off track
a no brainer evidence
of absence
For love of service
Martha has canker sores and I still eat her food
I am a symptom with no pill
I may be the pill
scratch and stain and peek inside
a tree hardly watered negotiates
rest assured I’ll be fine
here’s the spell of a string
no flesh or spine circuitry around
the endless tilt for ethos
I will and adapt to
I am in stasis
a grayed star between us
gradations of petal
tripped interior
- can I resend it all?
- can one resend the rising sun?
noblesse oblige
des bourgeois bohemiens
staked invisible
tradition
the worth of it some one thing
who and why bound
why does it trail love then?
(please don’t) go away we’ll be right back
the kneiset hollers at the keniset
the mosaic of jami’ and jami’ah
a neurological insult
the end of the world may be late this year
“Go, I am coming!” says the woman in burkah sending off her son and sending that with him where he can use it while I unclaimed as I left home mother standing out there in the open her infirm clothes clinging to me still -
- can one resend the rising sun?
- does it really rise?
I sit by the porch every evening pretending I am dining out with you
pretending the table exquisitely set the food that which spreads
the aroma from the restaurant nearby
teak circuit hinged tunnel
but not really
nation mother husband
theoretically but not really
I see gray
slanted and tripped in-between
worth and a worm drive
hardly sanctioned
Astarte, Astarte
here to be sealed in flat filed cylinders
a set of love numbers offers loss to
someone more powerless more the questioned
the other always a Goliath loss still contains
some thousand churches or dug up baths
bulleted where they breathe from still
sinking deeper into superlatives
less powerless more the questioned
as for the historical
the boulevard is lined up with
golden wives of Loh
do they matter or is that just for the historical
to make it easier on him someone said
built against (for) the ages
in which time has no space
is a place
is space
Aya hides without
then surfaces decaying
what time is it?
the emperor's horse to the tether
coitus medicini causae
coitus miseri cordiae
one more coitus you know
I know you know of
a has been shining of the night
lost arts as the body self
substrates for it
coitus mortis
the body without self
with centuries of owners
body as object sated
sad in the eyes
where all things are sealed
matter of sunlight and survival
the weight and care of an arrow
sung light
the fate of sunlight
one cannot share or will
or discuss
to let it crave itself
be justified as it justifies
resurrected behind an altar
burning the dwelling
the end is context
where it hits
sanctified
need
appropriation kills
otherwise atom and photon and all
built against (for) the ages
yet to be and with
still I germinate to Canaan
ancillary to auxiliary
for the lack there of
Aya turned
Lakshmi
all who came and went
what could that have been?
the down down I am wired to
tending to love against light
a push past strike
past war and in doing so
a mother tongue unveils
were it not for a swan
deferring
the sun goes down again
the sacred as now for spring
anterior to anterior burning
when do I ever never lose it?
flat pools on colorless inclines
another alley turned diversion
lest for the situation context
a wall for the sound corridor
Deeply dentured my soul
Oh to be deaf like Fareed al-Atrash
light light in the ear
on the pillow
Asmahan initials
melting
mine has failed to date itself
offering blood to the wrong side
curved weight no more
mobius bobbing
bobbing
your daughter-in-law's mother is my cousin's aunt or
sister-in-law or the aunt's sister-in-law
what is Latin no more
atrash
mothballed because
because blood dentures on this side
a neutered ear to tear
weight that was to dust off
backwards
what really is
cousin's aunt or in-law cuts
revenge outpaces light
field as in sea particle
as old as some scrambled morsel of a man
dented for shadow
failed
or succeeded
Semite from Sinai or not
anode to cathode easy
by-stander