Port Lights Shadows & Particles
Louis Armand


have sobered up

from summer puberty & moonlit

smells-now everything

is politics & fastfood escapism-up on stilts we made that

     first quiet house from


out over the reeds & water "blue light

born of darkness"-the night the salvage crew

     broke down

     the old derrick in port arthur, texas

"like a violin in a mercury jar"

saint petroleum will guide thee

& protect thee always

         in private life though sometimes

one is too controlled &


    remembering to quote our favourite oriental

philosopher at each opportunity

thinking a chair uncomfortable with itself

all the blood you

left behind in rooming houses

seems forgiven now & you are more beautiful &

lucid without it-in venezuela

rain filled the shoes left on the windowsill

               a bleached-out calendar year

records that we are long past our time

& have been

all along-waiting for the news

to arrive by any other ship than this one

anchored beneath the skyway of neon babylons

as musical faces in porthole windows

look back singingly forlorn where

     twin shafts of sunlight illuminate a room