Monday, August 29, 2011

nocturne

Here's something I'm working on. It's somewhat messy and needs a lot of editing, but thought I'd put it out there and see what happens. Hopefully it's not too weird.



nocturne


1

look in the middle of that field

look at that man

look at his face he has a terrible face

he was not a man he was not a man at all he was a cow he had the huge hollow soul of a cow his face to the sun his mouth stretched wide he swallowed leaves

he was a hollow husk of corn he stood there with his scarecrow arms outstretched like holy jesus on the holy cross but time passed by without him

it seemed only yesterday things weren't this way

2

she was laying behind a rose bush in a church's back yard the sky turned grey and the summer evening cooled birds fainted and laughed at each other and flew away home he came behind there she was naked with her bruised hands covering the place between her open legs

i'm leaving soon she told him

he smiled

she turned to her stomach and her hands moved away she rose to her knees then laid her forehead on the ground she arched her back inward and spread her arms out on the ground beside her

he undressed and came into her from behind

he didnt know what love was

she brought her hands up and pressed her palms hard into her eyes she smelled the dirt and thought of nothing but that boy behind her as the sun went down

3

the day he asked for her they'd been walking down that grassy road she held his arm watching lazy evening light fall like dust through the leaves

there was a small spring and an old grey house falling behind them arms of late summer sun stretched down and insects danced through like english fairies from an old children's comedy a rabbit hidden in the grass across the way breathed fast

you know your eyes look like nighttime

well and her face turned red

and nobody can see at night

i cant either

the light turned grey and the summer evening cooled

they lay on the grass until the stars came out talking of tomorrow and the days after the rabbit in the grass went home and everything breathed easily

4

but she soon learned that he knew the devil

the devil

hes that man smiling at her from the sidewalk the one that follows her

hes in the laughter of her young daughters voice throw her up in the sky and she will hear it and no its not the babys laughter its

there

right there

the part where her breath came over the very edge or her larynx right where it turns into nothing else thats his voice thats the devil his eyes smile
hes the one making that sound that makes her think her daughters crying she goes in there 2 a.m. and the childs sound asleep her knees curled up under her stomach and her face to the side on her pillow

hes in her mailbox in early mornings before the suns all the way up

hes responsible for that dead tomato plant in her garden

hes cat shit

hes an empty gas tank

hes the one who introduces the chopin pieces on the radio

hes sometimes the old leather work boot that taps out time

hes leonard cohens right eye the one that is the foil for the left one

he sold nico the smack just before leo fucked her in the chelsea hotel

hes wishing he was riding on the porch swing she has chained to her front porch when the night wind howls it against her house but hes always so goddam busy

until hes able to do that hes dancing around in her mouth peeking childishly sometimes out from behind her nose hes a carnival somewhere whose lights are seen from behind a dark hill hes in rimbauds riot of perfumes

hes the hint of star anise mint wormwood and myrrh that she makes gentle but poignant jokes about that sometimes attracts her but mostly repulses her when he crawls into bed beside her at 4 in the morning and she asks him sleepily and dearly if hes all right

5

they lived alone in an old house nobody knew about them some people remembered them but nobody knew about them they lived alone in an old house

thunder turned outside the window and fog rolled from the trees the wind blew

they were lying naked in their bed

dont do that she said

what

what you were about to do

why

because I dont like it

how do you know

i just know

he laughed

he left her there and went to the window a storm was coming outside the trees and their leaves bent over themselves the swing tied to a branch beat against the trunk white sheets hanging between two wooden crosses coughed

(((something about the devil outside here)))

lets go outside he said

no

why

because i dont want to

why

because im afraid of you

what are you afraid of

i dont know

put your clothes on

no

pulled her hair back with a rubberband

they lived alone in an old house

6

a crack of lightning startled her and she stood she went to a picture hanging on the wall

it was a very holy portrait of jesus she put it there long ago jesuss head was haloed in a yellow orange and his hands were clasped in prayer before his heart his blue eyes were serene

only she knew that behind those blue eyes was agony the beatings at golgotha the betrayal of judas and the weeping of his mother she knew he looked up to the sky and wondered if wisdom was truly there she knew the gripping nausea of falling faith she too had been tortured on the ground at gethsemane

she knew

she stared up at jesus and closed her eyes

he stood by the window watching the storm come

they lived alone in an old house

7

a field of yellow grass and horses fenced in around it far away a city

her mother and father there looking for her calling for her they stop to have tea and politely discuss her whereabouts later they run frantic and cry

shes among the horses trying to guide them to the pastures edge but they wont go they wont move they look at her passively she wants to become angry but is afraid her anger may incite the beasts and they even in their beauty are powerful creatures she whispers harshly to them but doesnt understand the words that come from her mouth becomes afraid of being found or hurt or trapped

she breaks from them and runs crosses the fence but finds herself not in a city but heavy woods her familys coming after her she hides and finds comfort beneath the long hair of a willow

but looking up

judas hangs there

8

he made her follow him down the cold steps outside neither had put their clothes on

she followed him past the edge of the yard

past the grass and into the edge of the woods

dogwood trees had just finished blooming and white petals lay soft about the thunder bellowed but it was dry the wind hummed through the higher trees she put a lock of hair behind her ear sighed silently and walked

she watched him go in front of her his silence made other voices speak ito her

do you remember the house that you grew up in is it the same now remember the fires in the fireplace and the way your father sang to you there do you remember animals sundays or the gardens there were roads about do you remember them

do you remember the boys you once loved or your bedroom when you were a child the sound of your fathers voice maybe you remember dancing or laughing after nightfall

no but ive stood in front of the ocean and felt something inside me i was sick maybe but didnt see nothing but the way the earth curved out there ive looked in photo albums and wondered who i was

through the woods insects called and the wind still blew she wiped her hair from her eyes and followed him

9

imagine that dark night imagine dry grass hurried winds imagine them unclothed imagine yourself with them if you'd like a muddy pond with leaves floating the smell of pigs a cemetery was in the distance and a forgotten wooden church falling down niggard trees dropped shadows and gravestones stood in unruly formations brown leaves fell like snow a stone statue of the savior looked down upon the dead

the night flashed silver and shouted out there

she followed him because she had nowhere else to go

he had a bottle of liquor and songs in his head

10

her bare feet went quiet through the grass he took her to the graveyard then walked away she knelt before a tombstone

in 1879 a girl was buried there she didnt know who she was

arabella concordie sumerour

she died when she was seventeen years old

she ran her fingers over the carved stone words is this how it is for you all the time she asked she looked up it would rain soon she rubbed her hands over her bare legs then lay on her back over arabellas grave

11

had she known arabella the two of them would have played together if they were young girls theyd make believe theyd each choose a man to love and to marry

arabellas man would be funny and dress like a dandy hed hold arabellas hand and walk her through town defending her against all the crude men and bragging about her to all the gentlemen he would be a much better man than hers

but no no no her man would take her to the country hed have horses and water and theyd live by themselves hed work and bring himself home and they would love each other alone they would be each others

but they'll be good friends she said theyll visit each other well go for walks while they talk in the afternoon

well pick flowers and look at the horses well lay flowers in the graveyard

they laughed at each other

arabella said maybe its a ghost youre following out here thats your man and its not the wind youre hearing you know

no bella youre the ghost

ya ya ya arabella made a funny face and they laughed

12

he looked at the stone jesus statue      this is as close as ill ever get to god

he watched the leaves shake when the wind blew

something he couldnt see moved in the trees and he went back to her

afraid, he laid down beside her

13

(((conversation here)))

14

they lay in silence and listened to the sounds around them ghosts were surely those things out in the field an owl sang an old flute song above them and he wished he could see with its eyes he wished he knew what was past the edge of the dark there was something there he could not see there was something there who knew who he was and was waiting there was something there that longed for him and though he was drawn and longed to go toward it he was afraid

whipporwills rolled sounds by the pond and the moon broke free sometimes he looked at her face and saw it shone pale blue he couldnt look into her eyes but could smell her the woman of her she came close beside him and her breath was warm the leaves beneath them cried the air was still when the first sounds of passion came from her mouth her voice would not harmonize with the music in the night and she held the back of his hair the side of her face touched his she turned her back to the sky her forehead was on the ground when she whispered softly to the earth

and against the ground their bodies grew the wind talked of death and forgetting and a faint neverheard symphony rose from the dark trees their bodies trembled and her colors deepened her eyes danced and saw things his could not he imagined silhouettes in blizzards and prayers on holy ground a great ghost rose unseen then came down over them like a scarlett blanket their voices whispered savagely and they never thought that a herd of passing beasts with golden hair and big eyes would pass by watching them when her fingernails made wounds in his body he turned to his back and she rose above him whispered something he could not understand then clothed him in the soft waves of her silken skin

their legs entertwined he held her he touched all of her as the wind blew trees shook her lips pulled and her hands dug into his back and legs he opened her and sounds came from her mouth from under windy trees sleepy animals watched

she brought him into her

15

there was song in the night melodies of rebirth hot slumbers and sweat and things away wind and leaf harvests and hunger and violins and barns haystacks sweating her mother and father rapt in conception the flowers over there yellow and brown migrations and returnings the movement of birds and they sing willows should be before palaces and springs overflowing

their bodies in motion and she laughed the quiet of continuance the absurdity of continuance and the hope of morning children mourning children and she laughed again

sunday school in summer and hot churches blown kisses to the sky haley's comet and dinner at night in the evening a funeral closing eyes and darkness fluttering eyes and darkness his pale blue eyes and a dog barking through sleep and once again laughter

14

later it was quiet

he was sleeping breathing she watched him sleep and wondered what he dreamed

the wind came over their bodies

15

when she woke he was still beside her his eyes were closed soft rains had begun to fall she watched the water slide slowly down the side of his face kissed his forehead and tasted the salty rain then looked up through the trees to the still dark sky

she was the same girl she always was her father's girl

but he was somebody else

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