XVI. Un tube lance-torpilles

XVI. Un tube lance-torpilles

Fresh cunning from the blotter heart, where resting tension rises when ATP

Tumbles below 200 mM—Cardiac cells expel creatinine, with little tubular

Reabsorption, to obliterating white fostered by the rain, from the fouled nests

Wrapping everyone in a nuchal chord for the pleasure of it—Doubly; for the nongravid,
Each built to hold glass, in the ignorance of those actions, Louise Bourgeois’s guignol—

We return to the house, reins with their brushed borders, caul, and wave offerings—

Striated winds; indeed, a pastry piping tip, a protest; a sixteenth-century peel offering
Into a mulberry tree, engraving Storm at Saint Honoré (1993)—Containing 250g of ATP,

A body decomposed into a battery; the means of fiber switching, rigor mortis of Grand Guignol

By reasoning, the feel of your body’s outline in a towering wardrobe preserved in the tubular
Wasp nest of Clutching (1962), a flung harpoon head into a fuselage—The caked swallow nest

Stripped from the eaves by peregrines or hobbies kitesurfing echopatterns of a nongravid

Uterus—Gouging marble as the Hertz-tone pips heard by fish stocks of Lake Malawi—Nongravid

Cichlids, which mouthbrood their eggs—A daughter of Voltaire, Bourgeois found contemporary offerings
For Maman (1999), melting legs of a folding table, by whose training declined taking the Tate Boat—Turner’s light nesting

The Sun’s perspective in rotations of the Clore Gallery promoting the café’s all-day comfort food oxidized into ATP
Of the same composition gleaned by staying home—The urge to ascend our common pathways into Grand Guignol
Unfastening the nondescript door’s chain; Voltaire spits blood, the gore contained in a theatrical tube—

Blood pressure ringing in the ears, wrings her hair in an aquatint of Eugénie Grandet (2008)—Tubes;
Rather, horns, containing strays, the book is open to page 27—The maternal madness, her nongravid
Birthright shaken off as so many spiders’s webs, before a lecture on topiary courtesy of the speed bag of Grand Guignol,
Janus Fleuri (1968)—Genoa, after Ianus, and the provenance of Montale’s your face / merged with my face (1956, 2004)—Harlow offering
Phallic mothers enrobed in terrycloth or wire (1958)—Cell (Eyes and Mirrors) (1989-93), a place for stone eyes to nest—
Restlessly, after the single prolonged contraction, of tetany, a fivefold creatine phosphate rephosphorylation of ADP into ATP,

The dozing energy (7.3 kcal/mol) of a phosphoanhydride bond transferred at the cleavage of ATP—

Escalation of I Do, I Undo, I Redo (2000) rendered in arc welds, by reparative workers sparing tubular
Electrolytes—Their stained solutes displayed in glass jars of Cell XV (for JMW Turner) (2000), and stepped twin heights, ce n'est

Pas grave, where an aortic source flows, with May Day fecundity clanging on these cells; the nongravid
Encounter the other in such spaces, the theatre in front of the dentist’s chair—Maman (1999) visited the backyard of 20 Maresfield Gardens—A guignol

Of figurines hastened to agree with the purported blotter on projections of spiders; offering

Anna Freud’s loom and his bronze porcupine diversion—Departing without a condolence offering,

[A]nalysis must, alas, lay down its arms (1928)—10AM IS WHEN YOU COME TO ME (2006), with extracellular ATP
Toning your vessels, and our unchanging answer on staff paper—Bourgeois's bed’s stitched population, the tined bannisters, and the guignol

Of a weaverbird, Lair (1986-2000) recast this possibility; refraining, the loops of Henle, the distal tubules—

Suffering less from the quintessence and occasional barbed wire interwoven in the nest 

Than the distracted site of the body, from which sixteen collaborations of Do Not Abandon Me (2009) stress the gravid

Species, with a creative epicenter; at least, containing it from torment—Ecstatic, non-gravid offerings—
Wildly suppositional; to keep streaming, furnishing the guignol, from tubules of The Curved House (1990) of your back; the nested oculus obscured, listening for the suspected stillness, but for the ATP—