s5 | Asburgo vulva commissars by Troy Harris
Aria recitativo secco modo trace
pulsive drift breaks discretely
viewed in emergent fields lured
out of Geylang frozen dust on
empty tank dawn fog strays to
Verona sucking south edging
into Via Chioda industrial zone
to speed along a plot with new
effective vested sun soaked fables
en passant to wait till fidgety
summer recessive microbe
carpet immobili flori hooked on
elders' oily shoulders up Vesuvio
unsigned drop cloth if perceived
nonchalantly felled by future
Habsburg top notch scabbard
afforder multiculti lords in
memoria di Baronessa restorer
of a kinder low burn Platonic
crest in Via di Monserrato
more caring lighter haler clearer
intrepid enchanted love spate
at a manor house in Ungarn
There's a car and a driver he
drives us to the centre we
have no cash stroll about
return to bed several weeks
run w/the hares bark w/the
hounds thread inner kerns to
membrane crib-like shapes
in garden tea soups rice salad
named her bodily composure
process canal-side lagoon
flipping fresh struck coinage
evening concerto in Mestre
rise early morning squeeze in
behind a nine-ball year owe it
all to the muse drop weighty
intent toil nor fitness restores
purity yet shouldn't we abide
till she needs to bathe or sing
her ten cantici quash arrears
put your dark glasses on this is
Venice or don't show up at all
without several implausible
items dance all over it step
across the floor in courtly love
rituals pickled hooks dangle
from her commissar forehead
filing yoniśastra score sheets
fine whetted skins she gazes
from her towered casement
to bless their ships departing
port one day return w/coffee
stained sails beneath pale blue
skies in affront of her carved
bone parlor game destines
casting oracles wins allies w/
topographic qualities known
to Lotophagoi of former lives
her kindness really mattered
You see my son here neither
music nor writing restrains any
swift ideational end to resort to
madness no spirit in the game
news arrives their fleet's gone
undertones of soul filled hues
utter meanness life jackets
that weren't reversible
la caliphessa está atípicamente
resentida on martial grounds
nocturnal lightspeed over the
moor crowned pumpkin eclipse
vistas perhaps unfazed props
unstirred by advanced idiocy
internment breathes new life
into nature's spatial requiem
tinted sounds all to the brim
alterity's potent transfigured
any fat chance developmental
thrills embrace novo loggias
this could really matter see
how text and music catalyze
heartening shifts in affairs
Between 1983 and 2005, Troy Harris travelled, collaborated and corresponded with the painter, writer and translator Rene Laubies in places such as Paris, Venice and India. Troy's first publication, On Laubies' Work, was included in the catalogue for the 1990 exhibition Rene Laubies at the Galerie Michel Broomhead in Paris. Troy Harris currently resides in a private lakeside lodge surrounded by Scandinavian forest. Troy's extensive poetry remains largely unpublished.