XVIII. […] demandais la lune

XVIII. […] demandais la lune

It arrives, as only with former consistency, as under contract for Allied
Powers—The present’s broken silhouette, and once thought extraneous
Crusts fit a refugee camp, where this vision impugns by spurs of mimosa,
With leaves prior to the touch; its testaments book-cobbled, but for highlighted-yellow
Mannish names like Stewart, whose man looks past her at the attendant—
Choosiest queens, most dough-like in their dotage, are Remington

Bronzed; matte-sanded as Kush of the Second and Dal cataracts, where Remingtons
Were never heard to fire—Colonel Hakim Félix Ellelloû’s voici votre monnaie, the lu, an allied 
Prolixity and inflation outdone by the Swiss Franc’s L’homme qui marche I (1961)—For attendant
Shades of the French Empire ruin tenanted by The Coup (1978), our writer discards yellow cake for the extraneous
Menton lemons of his fruit bowl—For memoirs Maugham fashioned on a bight between Nice and Monaco; an entire seaboard lit by yellow mimosa

Each winter—Distinguish the Afromontane Archipelago by its drought victims, the yellow-streaked

Greenbul’s unrecorded range of Napata, or the Black Sparta, Dahomey—Deputize for “The Yellow Streak” (1925)  
Yellowish-streaked Lories unconcerned by a upturned Macassar prahu; bamboo covered for the cargo, the sunken Remington

Typewriter, and painful duties it imposed—A fluttering flag of stark green, of African whistling thorn or wattle—Mimosa
Garlands in the innumerable festa to abandon humid working hours—Splinters that joined the Ark or Tabernacle, with allied
Companions of the right hand—Libya’s flag as thirsty lawns of suburban sprawl existing with its attendant
Humanitarian crises; mistaken as the giraffe’s spinous process spikes the tire rubber, or the extraneous

Trashcan detonation outside of the Sydney Hilton (1979), and the Path of Bliss initiates, to their extraneous
Yoga secured behind steel girder construction; partial thicknesses mix with serum into a yellow
Curtain of the burn victims asleep without eyelids, or dozing with a copy of Life, the spring-heeled, mise en abîme of Mickey Mouse (November 1978) attending
The ceremonies winding up at the Peoples Temple; civilization’s victims, the threat of reconstituting supermarket aisles, a silencing bark of a Remington

Rather than the foiled antennas of loneliness—The unsparing shame of Izzart’s Malay mother in her mimosa
Wrapper recollected in Campion, whose forbears brokered progress from the Map Room—Allied

To that diarist, Myra Breckinridge (1968)—Letitia Van Allen rendered half-paralyzed by her rough trade, allied
To the inward scrutiny of a drowning man, the mockery—Kush had been born of this dialectical space like an extraneous
Roommate shunned as human, by a gratifying encounter treated by one of the adjoined bunkers; far from invasions of mimosa
Abounding in dubious population centers, their shared gesture of fulfillment, to be housed—A fantasy evaporated by the forfeiture of bullion; not the yellow
Bilharzial lesions when a girl contracts a customer, with grains of praziquantel, an oral route for horses, meted out under patent; unless attending
The restoration of the Marxist third world, which requires just a vending machine’s dispensation—The Remington

Bronzes are auctioned to subsidize new households, the stepchildren’s orthodontics, for a winner’s payout—The Remington
Label’s Hassidic dances for Dizzy Gillespie, recorded in a separate studio—Shaking paper for the allied
Securities, there is a sense of preoccupied land until an institution’s label motions exposing the Nubian, the counterfeit of Memphis—The countless attended
Lectures, alone or accompanied by a human buffer, of not saying, whatever speculation of raising one’s self as an extraneous

Body among riders in a drunken haze dragging a corpse—Coming Through the Rye (1902), after Robert Burns; deranging more than mimosa

Boughs, from an inconsequential tirade—There is purgative value of a life, retrievable from cahiers of that dissenter, Félix, who dons the outfit of Krishna or Iscariot, yellow,

The emblem of Australia—All of us are more or less founders harmonizing the yellow stars, their Remington clamor, with our records—
This diction of extraneous, involuntary avian pitches; implied suffering, in attendant thorn trees contracted to the forehead's dimensions—
Before the shelter of a Cinzano ombrelle; another's thought, my shading, for you, the spark's dispositive,
mimosa, this flower of reunions—