Two Poems


Morgan Lucas Schuldt

Plainsong (For One)


Plays attentions.
Plays bides

& goes weak
w/ another's

ponderable
body.

Plays emphas,
plays is.

Catapult
& condoles.

Luke-sick
& sweaty

w/ boundary

(vivident
volving verge),

plays sometimes boil
to others

on mess-sheets

taking
a long dying

often time.
Each draw,

each repeat
plays speculations.

Ardors--
the randoms grim.

Appetitive. Debauch.

Hale
'gainst ex-

& lossly
when ruining too

easy.
When underdying,

unintentioned.
Plays the stills

consecutively.
W/ out complining.




Song of the Idiot Bulk


This somewhat song.
From light to what's left,

may I dulge it?
-inguistically?

In the last of the light,
the disassembling light

(ruin-yellow blew),
may I sing them--

this duskguise,
this strew-dark.

Oxygen
(its sweet knees),

& in silm
mutely.

Of this mouth,
that little open

(winning soft,
occupliable),

enjoying upclose,
or coming

(shakesbelieve)
to try, its angles.

Showmoving song
of salted greenshine

(waves, flash-jointed
plunges, runs)--

may I sing it?
From night to what's left

of this brunt's untaught
soft esoteries.

Its whole helve
& swelltips;

its betworks
& keepings;

__-lusions of if
thrilled loose,

& its every
small prone

(in noiselets
as vigories.)

Sung as if
sayparate.

Mademost,
madeleast

of light
& what's heft--

the mind,
that kinking

topknot
where it is

blood to remember.

How

as shirtsgo
haste

language is
strangelets.

Ambigracious.
First enough.