GUEST POST: I read to the middle (Seekers of Lice)

“today I would portray the world from an ant's-eye view 
and tomorrow as the moon sees it”     
Hannah Hőch

I read to the middle	objects put where	as she went out and in
the middle lye in bed	that contains them	brushed slight against it
sheets of clean newness	(envelope)	coat hung in the bed
papered and enveloped	light cuts them out	-room doorway she beneath
what do you want	meaning she had a diamond	would live forever
beneath the lamp	sold for a coat of fox fur	over forever sheets the
two fingers laid on your	coat a coat of astonishing beauty	the overcoat and the moon rose
skin with meaning	diamond became fox beauty	she changed the bed sheets each
each day a cough signed she was	make out self's feathers	odds and evens oddness added
there her heart beat faster	like air and habit	following breadcrumbs
(beating) under the covers	collapsing a mathematical room	undoing dangers
eating bread and butter	end papers oddness	each time tell something re
-vealing tearing dis	yawn and trail trying to be plain	wondering as she wore it
-traught clothes off	about what's not plain	at people in her mind who
as precedent of	what pretence of understanding	saw cruelty of beauty and
breadcrumbs laid trailing	of hardening steeled	(Larionov and Goncharova)
I'm beginning to see how it	what if it all turned in	it's strange nonetheless
might go don't talk what	-side out if skinned	accounting for things
of sonnets on shirts	fox cries for its fur	trying to keep fed a
of the skin of things	fox sharps monstrous fabulous	teleology each day
each day cleaning the filter	rubbish and cherish	hastening towards you
take out the rubbish	such dazzling beauty	now and now and now
accounting for things	could the fox be more	is that the true answer?
devious and interesting	undone without precedent	this now is a true story
how true in a sleepdream	parting and longing	striking like a match
writing around talk of ev-	it's strong and fond	the bread rising
erything quick jump the	more powerful than	strong and fond it's
lazy dog's back	lust which lusts of	soft like your inner thigh
& all the rising nothingness	in the cold yellowish sky	he loves even the dog on
a beetle walking	breaking the journey	the street his beloved lives
across the bed	or sky egg blue	there's a little spy hole
where there's no bedhead	returns to life a dead hero	and even the dog sees
should we be more	swan geese migrating odds	the yellow river the blue
at odds with one another	Mongol Daguur to Yangtze River	river the Yangtze river
	Poyong Lake and Fengsha Lake	afternoon light on the
	the wintering ground	jagged grey mountains
the fractured of days	pupin coils at the ready	no status flayed & visceral
dailiness of microfarads	resisting current resonance	sometimes the hero is cut to
light stray currents	monotonous whine	pieces and put together again
iron grey saturation	electric loneliness	only to read the story's feather
what the poet did or said	like a private letter	tonight the moon's so big
talking of nothing a clod ex	babbling beyond all measure	when pins & needles I sleep
empt our stories words et	hurrying on roses love flee	new phone needs no pupin coils
-iquettes touching	-ting passions eat now!	describe your muscle-thoughts
describe an ashtray	semolina lemon	the yellow beak of day
a heart a muscle	a stilt a letter	he says or so you've had the
a wound a suture	a structure a suture	say-so ten lines tenden-
a letter a stilt	ambition regret	tiousness of song or lilt
babbling beyond all measure	groin crotch and lap	we thinking we
lilt like a private letter	without one of us	know something hidden
I'm half-hearted half-	she wrote it on her groin	the wood grain laps
baked but rising like dough	the paper printed on her lap	& swells
within crystals particles	ultramarine peach slick	unfocused close up (lips) the
move like ants or flocks of birds	stroking the side of your ear	shape of heat bodies make
colloidal suspension	ear is lucent licking your lips	pleach parfait heliotrope flash
something blurted	cobwebs brush the floor	without the yellow beak of
strongest on earth	mysterious mould on the wall	I've come to tell you
a limpet's tooth	to pleasure flies you and me	the sun's warm no scores but
day still over-excited	still exercised still fantasizing	blossom on brick
eat what you're good at
blossom stutters stum	the nightingale's voice	I've come to tell you
-bles more like itself that	and nothing more	I've come to tell you
logic ends in	lucent liquid shivers falls	to seduce you
thumb's prick tongue	I dream your body	flurried particle on particle
my skull-bone flêche	dream of fleshly flesh and	chance alerts you to your life
thighs muscles of this	shivers flurried lead	vibrates along the line
we part and simultaneously	we part and simultaneously	embedded in such varietals
(bird cherry) he's lost &	(bird cherry) he's lost &	to the right of her groin
look what's come to light	look what's come to light	a golden hair
		rude mechanics of limbs
what touch or itch	you think of lips	canto della moscha
what hot and screech	and all around we	screech of lightness
inside outside ver	all around the	small things slip
-min apple-pink skin	we hone ourselves	hairs pollinate
apple-pink skin		palpable sun in an
thin insects' bodies	I've come to you	empty room you
moths combs dust		entering room and sunlight
so purposeless		waiting to be felt
	palpable she notes it
	withal and happy
	impatiently patiently tuned
	static blossoms to fizz

ABOUT:

seekers of lice is an artist and writer working with text through artist's books, poetry, interventions, exhibitions, installations and performance. Recent books include Encyclops. 2014 ( if p then q), and Fly-leaf, which is currently being exhibited in the 7th International Artist's Book Triennial in Vilnius, Lithuania.
seekers of lice has work in many public collections including ten books in the Artists' Book collection at Tate Britain, and has published work in magazines including VLAK, Rattle and onedit.