The Rough

after “Trust in God” (anon.)

Trust and earth and guard more.
The tempest heart threatens, failing rough
light. Chill palls trust. Cheerless, God,

for his lonely bower, bears thy hour
dreary above His river. Pleasure and strength
may rough, dark looks lend thee.

Lonely grows mortal, a fountain
bleakest of breast. Rover and fount.
Rover and fount. Mountain fight threatens in.

Dark the earth, worn the strength,
will might hour His life. Light a trust for
the rough bears within thy will.

Brian A. Salmons, 2019

Remixed work:

Trust in God in American Monthly Magazine (January 1836), by Anonymous

When to Waken Want

I.

Sorrow said, “Believe.”
Think behind and I’m the tonight.
Think really of behind, when said.
Believe-fuck.
Now talking of true hail, the hail said it
Soul-cold there:

“When to waken want.”

Moon that I fool-believe.
Summer, that goodbye to all steel,
Be death-believe. Fine.
There’s raining touch.

Close me.

Think stripp’d don’t touch.
Fool to think everything goodbye,
No pluck flying.
Think-telling when please?
Goodbye there, shit soul.
Want everyday raining what more?
You all-forsaken
Winter shit think, think
What like-stories need night.
Sleep flying soul moon.
No garden-plot, that.

Hear hail
With light lies
Beneath hope.

II.

Soul want spring realize:
Fuck-weep-soul behind th’ halo are kept-believe.
True cold tomorrow gonna
Flying lily hear some.
“Sun-warm’d no”, touch said.
Half need.
“That sick tonight”, touch said, to changing hear
‘Cause letter laugh mouth.
Chilly think lies hear behind snap, its
Want of sides
Lost.

Love-believe,

Know-believe,
Need-believe.
Night eyes think steel.
“There’s fine think on alone soul”, said tonight,
Lonely.
A when mouth.
Flying hail-soul,
Comfortless fool to believe, really.
Goodbye, same everything.
Hear a said light.

III.

Want have.

Don’t your want.
Touch, touch that behind jealous all-forsaken.
Soon death gonna we to moon.
Flying to sleep, no talk pluck.
“Beneath”, said shit. True.
Some sides believe touch.
Believe kind soul gonna we to moon.

Please realize:
Garden-plot lily summer sides
Say, “Surprised,
No fool believes.”

“Comfortless fucking when think”, said your rose:
Think, sit mouth tonight.
Mouth-think, what full to wake.
Behind soul care,
Be sorrow.
Stories flying.
Of telling.
Think, think lost,

Jealous fool.

Brian A. Salmons, 2018

Algorithmic approach:

Dada

Remixed works:

There’s No Need, by Empire of the Sun
I Don’t Wanna Hear It, by Minor Threat
A Daughter of Eve, by Christina Rossetti