Sunday in the Body of the Garden of Tyme: Chronological & Selected Poems 2001-2011

By I.B. Wingfield

I intend to offer the reading society and individuals varieties of pieces to ponder. This book captures (thoughts) only what my spoken words cannot.

I believe that to obtain a balance in our minds and in our hearts we must explore the perimeters of our existence.From despair to happiness, we must look inside to inevitably know ourselves.

Literature is a quiet language of its own, that must be manifest in books. We must cherish literature.

The title: Sunday In The Body Of The Garden Of Tyme sums up a day in the life of the author that lasted twenty years. I assure you that he lived the research. Is it poetry? Useless montage? You decide.

The subjects and ideas I represent are commonly grim or disconnected from hope. This book reveals my battles w/ in & out. I do favor traditional styles of poetry. However, I am somewhat idiomorphic w/ these small stories. I fear God and am constantly learning things from the least mundane to the most divine.

True poetry never fills a page or a book -it forms a conscience far from the pages, far from our hands. I do wish that my readers find in this inaugural book: Humor, intellect, question and relevence -for these are scripts that we may all relate to in one way or another.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781469118963

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Sunday in the Body of the Garden of Tyme

Chronological

& Selected Poems

2001-2011

I.B. Wingfield

Copyright © 2011 by I.B. Wingfield.

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All titles and poems herein written are original works of the author I.B Wingfield. This composition in its entirety is both fictional and non-fictional. All people’s names were used by permission. This is a work of poetry, not to be taken as philosophical or spiritual doctrine or anything more or less than mere literature.

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Contents

Eusybeus March ‘o1

Tis Mating Season for the Pirata 25 March ‘o1

Cumulus Cloud Nine Hole & a Vacant Drama 21 Aug ‘o2

A Bit of the Gorgonhead Brew Aug ‘o2

Document: Street Bread 23 Aug ‘o2

We Swim Cathartically Superior to Our Regret Aug ‘o2

To an Anthropological Crapshot King 4 Sept ‘o2

Xenopsylla Cheopsis 18 Sept ‘o2

Constantine & Kerouac Sept ‘o2

Once Upon a Jaunt in Jail Sept ‘o2

Pray North 7 Oct ‘o2

After All the Afterlife is Pink Oct ‘o2

Post Back Thy Whizbang Script 15 Oct ‘o2

A Letter to Substratum 15 Oct ‘o2

Prescience Garbed in Sociometry Oct ‘o2

The Meridian Spy Oct ‘o2

Genius Retardant 25 Oct ‘o2

You Blushed and a Bonnet Sang 31 Oct ‘o2

A Few Moments on Paper 6 Nov ‘o2

My Sister Ms. D. Meaner 11 Nov ‘o2

Particles of a Notetaker’s Day 15 Nov ‘o2

1988: Pissing in a Memoir Field 18 Nov ‘o2

A Portrait of Antiquity a Day from Now 20-26 Nov ‘o2

The Thirty-First of November 22 Nov ‘o2

A Slight Ode to Mnemosyne 7 Dec ‘o2

Curmudgeon Blues 10 Dec ‘o2

Ataraxia 13 Dec ‘o2

Note Midday 15 Aug ‘o3

Holiday of Good & Evil 26 Aug ‘o3

The Moon & You Sept ‘o3

In Foul Wonder Sept ‘o3

Top Row Red Section 6 Sept ‘o3

Turnabout 14 Sept ‘o3

Girl as Close 17 Sept ‘o3

Twenty One Nights 18 Sept ‘o3

Glass 27 Sept ‘o3

Yellow Horses 1 Oct ‘o3

Filter Gold 5 Oct ‘o3

In the Hayfield Dawn 4 Nov ‘o3

Crease in Corridor Curtain 26 Nov ‘o3

Tyme Paid a Cumbersome

Antagonist to be My Friend 9-12 June ‘o6

Shall My Clumsy Heart but Moan 12 June ‘o6

In the Case that You Missed Me 27 Oct ‘o6

Vertigo Home 7 Nov ‘o6

What Vermin Keep 8 Nov ‘o6

I Know a Poltergeist Who Holds the Cheat Codes 9 Nov ‘o6

Mugglehead 16 Nov ‘o6

Sylphadine 29 Dec ‘o6

Epicus Nocturnalis Discalceatus 1 Jan ‘o7

A Foxhole Digression 2 Jan ‘o7

Wild Grace for a Moment 4 Jan ‘o7

Pure Grief & the Binary Soul 5-10 Jan ‘o7

Megaprolificus 10 Jan ‘o7

Automaticus Biographicus 10 Jan ‘o7

Let There Be No Sane Conclusion 11-13 Jan ‘o7

Summary Not Included 28 Jan ‘o7

Diabolic Debriefing 1 Feb ‘o7

Spirit in the Letter 8 Feb ‘o7

A Sketch of Ambush 17 Feb ‘o7

Exordium 11 June ‘o7

Among the Grapes 23 June ‘o7

Defending Charity from a Hoard of Diplopods 24 June ‘o7

Toadeaters Anonymous 26 June ‘o7

Strange You Never Said Farewell 27 June ‘o7

How to Fit All the Mercy of the World into a Beer Can 27 July ‘o7

Hammering the 78th Tribunal Bell 8 Aug ‘o7

Unsocketed Cogs of Corzair High 11 Aug ‘o7

Cribs of Fallen Tiger 16 Aug ‘o7

Eating Capricorn 16 Aug ‘o7

Animadversion of the Naked Wing 20 Aug ‘o7

Evening of August 21, 2007

Where in the Elements? 24 Aug ‘o7

Dispatch from W. Hades 25 Aug ‘o7

Something About the Abominable Things 25 Aug ‘o7

Enigma Funambulus

Katatonic Newsprint 1-2 Sept ‘o7

Auroras Torch 12 Sept ‘o7

Jupah 18 Sept ‘o7

To The Muse Beyond 22 Sept ‘o7

Le Dernier Cri Sept ‘07

Incident Not Wanting Report Sept ‘o7

Pillow of Two Brainchildren 22 Sept ‘o7

Disturbing the Fury 22 Sept ‘o7

Trite, You Might Like It 30 Sept ‘07

When into the Light of a

Twenty-Inch Crackling Electric Log We Gaze Oct ‘o7

Miscellaneous Comment &

Milton Tillerseeds Account of the Cause October ‘o7

About The Matrix Chatelaine Oct ‘07

Auger Amor Causa Cum Nullus Oct ‘o7

Breaking the Plume 12 Oct ‘o7

Subservient Song 15 Oct ‘o7

The Bit of Privilege 17 Oct ‘o7

Perplexing Chronos 19 Oct ‘o7

Outside of a Satellite Snack Bar 19 Oct ‘o7

Elicit Inkblot 20 Oct ‘o7

Where Aeterna Hath My Good Reward

Thy Grace Hath Drawn Mine Eye 1 Nov ‘o7

Eerie Waves of Trust 16 Nov ‘o7

A Present Arrangement 18 Nov ‘o7

To Render Good to a Crowd of Brawlers 21 Nov ‘o7

Desiderata in Sauvignon 23 Nov ‘o7

Last Night on the Grinzig 26 Nov ‘o7

Catalecticly Cool 30 Nov ‘o7

Mordantly Speaking of Course 16 Dec ‘o7

Square Root of a Tidbit 19 Dec ‘o7

Trinitrotoluene 4 Jan ‘o8

What a Mobocracy March ‘o8

Nowadays 24 March ‘o8

An Ulterior Spinosity 24 March ‘o8

Ode to the Curfew Clock April ‘o8

Once in a Temporal Lash 8 April ‘o8

Cloud on Cloud 15 April ‘o8

On a Bowl of Mercury 19 April ‘o8

Here in the Wigwam Proper 23 April ‘o8

Inside the Seashells 28 April ‘o8

A Candle Hearted People 28 April ‘o8

Flowing Cursive if you Dare 29 April ‘o8

Marble of Improvision 29 April ‘o8

Seven Thumbs 29 April ‘o8

How to Raise an Empire on Seven Bucks an Hour April-May ‘o8

On Vulgar Grog 1 May ‘o8

Quaquaverses 2 May ‘o8

The Labor Squad found it deemable for us

to make due as Aeration Windmill Assemblers May ‘o8

To the Inveigling Ms. Maribelle 2 May ‘o8

How to Make a Day out of Rain May ‘o8

When the Straps of Summer Dearly I Untie May ‘o8

Opacity Speaks May ‘o8

Off the Observatory Floor 11 May ‘o8

Switch Master 14 May ‘o8

Uncooked Mercy 22 May ‘o8

The Feast of Thorns May ‘o8

The Modest Bottle 18 June ‘o8

Chisel 19 June ‘o8

The Texture of Your Nature 19 June ‘o8

21 June 2oo8

Wine Tasters Expo Blues 14 Sept ‘o8

The Gorilla Rooster 20 Nov ‘o8

Out of a Festival of Heifers 2 Dec ‘o8

Thirteen Pennies 8 Dec ‘o8

Interfusus 12 Dec ‘o8

Banks of the River Heaven 14 Dec ‘o8

Lunaticus Monstrum 14 Dec ‘o8

Bare Miseria 15 Dec ‘o8

A Feature of Death Reposing 15 March ‘o9

United Tears 25 March ‘o9

Halloa 10 April ‘o9

Tending the Dig 3 May ‘o9

Ode to an Irish-American Monster 13 May ‘o9

Belle Meadows 22 June ‘o9

Collywobbles 24 June ‘o9

Ninth Violin in a Section of Six 24 June ‘o9

Stigma of a Donated Strawberry 26 June ‘o9

Alpha Hermit 26 June ‘o9

Out of the Great Potomania 27 June ‘o9

Epistle to the Clapping Wind 28 June ‘o9

One More Saprogenic Poem 28 June ‘o9

The Kingdom for a Typeset Job 1 July ‘o9

Poached Truffle, Sprig of Rosemary 1 July ‘o9

On Account I Must 3 July ‘o9

Brushed of Soul 5 July ‘o9

Pedibus Claudere 21 July ‘o9

At a Rogue’s Grave 22 July ‘o9

A Clever Slump & You Phoned July ‘o9

Vappa 23 July ‘o9

The Flatboat of My Youth 26 July ‘o9

Doppelgangers Have Trashed Our Room 27 July ‘o9

Fork / Bowl 31 July ‘o9

Swept Back as a Missiled Wing July ‘o9

In Remembrance of a Stereotypical Wantwit 1 Aug’o9

Easy Monthly Aug ‘o9

A Gangly Spawn Aug ‘o9

The Bohemians are Coming! 5 Aug ‘o9

19 August ‘o9

Chagrined 28 Aug ‘o9

Thief & Therapist 19 Sept ‘o9

Evensong 8 Oct ‘o9

Fish Dead Heart 9 Oct ‘o9

Once Upon a Flocculus 16 Oct ‘o9

Ode to a Heretick 16 Oct ‘o9

Clock Parts 20 Oct ‘o9

From the Shoulders of a Clomping Corpse 20 Oct ‘o9

Photo Negative Bathroom 10 Nov ‘o9

Lunch minus You 12 Nov ‘o9

A Luminous Pipedream Invention 15 Nov ‘o9

So I Can Kiss the Cellar Floor a Last G’night Nov ‘o9

Specifically Stultiquencia 22 Nov ‘o9

Until We Cry More Dec ‘o9

My Escape Dec ‘o9

Spit Rain Dec ‘o9

Invalid Incorporated Dec ‘o9

Inside the Main 18 Dec ‘o9

The Rhetoric of Payback 20 Dec ‘o9

As it Stands in the Garden 23 Dec ‘o9

As I Sketch 24 Dec ‘o9

January the Beast Jan ‘10

Headache 7 Jan ‘10

Brushing Famine off My Sleeves Jan ‘10

In My Pigeon Hill Prayers I Thank 10 Jan ‘10

Plush Crypt 13 Jan ‘10

From Disputatious Bluffs 15 Jan ‘10

A Knowledgeable Breakfast 17 Jan ‘10

Years & Horses 6 Feb ‘10

Dead Horses 7 Feb ‘10

In Memory of Ol’ Brutus Black 7 Feb ‘10

A Glimpse Backforth Feb-March ‘10

Turn Thyself from Sin Aback 7 March ‘10

Headstones 9 March ‘10

In the Rags & the Dregs 10 March ‘10

Spanner of Meaking 18 March ‘10

11:25pm 18 March ‘10

38th & Catacomb March ‘10

On Watch March ‘10

The Performable Few March ‘10

Envy Ran My Mind Aground 30 June ‘10

Capitol Testimony 28 July ‘10

O the Dread Unholy Thing 28 Sept ‘10

The Earth Larked a Merry Windfall 4 Dec ‘10

Once upon a Jaguar Cliff 13 April ‘11

Guns & Poems April ‘11

Poking Forty & Friday Smiled April ‘11

Liquid Years & upon the Drift April ‘11

Cliff Brake Pike April ‘11

Ode to a Dog Worshipper 15 April ‘11

These Dirty Bombs of Rain 22 April ‘11

The God of April 23 April ‘11

The Pouring Pitcher 27 April ‘11

Living off Wheat Mashed over Roast 27 April ‘11

In a Band of Cotton 28 April ‘11

11 May ‘11

Poor Car Jist Sittin’ There Easy 14 May ‘11

To Greet the County 24 May ‘11

Today Says to Me May ‘11

Notes Not Needed 25 May ‘11

Rum & the Sky Clapping 26 May ‘11

Quantify this Broken Light 8 June ‘11

Lain to Rest My Stillborn Job 9 June ‘11

These False Floor Days of Walls are Closing 10 June ‘11

11 June ‘11

When Pride Met Fate 12 June ‘11

From the Scrolls of King Kahbluey 12 June ‘11

Smorgasbord of Symphony 15 June ‘11

A World Made Fool 16 June ‘11

How Wild is the Crowd that Dies 22 July ‘11

The Wind Made Moony Art 28 July ‘11

Thirty-Seven Mice 4 Aug ‘11

From the Gob comes the Article 17 Aug ‘11

Crumb 26 Aug ‘11

Invidia Luxuria 26 Aug ‘11

On Closing a Troglodyte’s Bible Aug ‘11

Chinese College Girl in America 27 Aug ‘11

Sequel to the Preliminary Sutra Aug ‘11

A Run through the Low-lying High Jinks 28 Aug ‘11

Tucked me Heart in me Top Coat Pocket 29 Aug ‘11

Dearth 30 Aug ‘11

Not to be Unparagoned 2 Sept ‘11

All Hail the Igorots! 3 Sept ‘11

Towpath 6 Sept ‘11

Fafner Sept ‘11

Ditch Flume 8 Sept ‘11

The Experimenter Addendum Sept ‘11

Sobriquet Sept ‘11

Fecundate 9 Sept ‘11

Alula Sept ‘11

Viridus Sept ‘11

Acme 16 Sept ‘11

Nervine Invigorator 20 Sept ‘11

Maroon Sept ‘11

Goads 21 Sept ‘11

Dish Machine Wanted 22-23 Sept ‘11

Aureole 23 Sept ‘11

Sick Sept ‘11

Barrowed Piano Sept ‘11

Laughter of the Lake Oct 3 ‘11

This book is dedicated to

God

Country and

Grandmothers.

Eusybeus March ‘o1

Eusybeus could have swilled brew til the sun grew black

Til the extreme other side of the mind never came back.

Eusybeus, who set sail off old Germania, before the

Invent of the machine gun & analytical engine.

Eusybeus w/ much to do, ground corn & cut wood in two.

The incomprehensible limestone gods were entertained &

To his honor, a village coined its name.

Brokenly, I bid adieu to Walker Lane, river & 19th century.

So much for my glorious hand in bean blossom history.

Enter puberty in the death march east –schools of earth.

Enter the trade of castellation. Enter the Mtn. Dynasty.

Gravel dust kicked up, the pump truck crawled between

Two little ponds full of the slime sleeping.

We did our thing remorseless

In 11 cold hours.

Reckon the times –break back to small nickels & dimes.

& Then:

A great pasta donation sweeps the institution. They won’t

Let me out to see, it’s too jammed in the dwarfed kitchen.

Ahh… free fuzzy pillows, organically grown munchie stuff.

My regards to the sisters and the labors of their pity-love.

No short cuts, neither a caravan, nor a drug in my blood.

I brave the homeless menagerie, the miracle tightrope

W/ out a net. Ms. Martha eats lean fillet mignon, I bet.

I thought of a sonnet and how the curves felt

Purportionately wise under the rock n roll belt.

Dope smile or not, I thought to walk w/ you.

It is a horrible minute just before redemption.

I twirl my noodles w/ a tarnished dagger and wait on a

Two week extended stay in ye olde bunkhaus. Immune

Both to the humility and badgering spirit of mighty winter.

Think I don’t daydream the duck feast, the kingly dinner?

You thought of me once as vagabond and a folded hand.

Twice thought you, only I was a bull on the dairy farm.

Now neath sheets and distance, a leopard licks your arm.

Goodbye gristmills, pebble pills & cashed out America.

Tis Mating Season for the Pirata 25 March ‘o1

Undertaking thoughts of the Foundation:

The big dig off Third St. Further making

Space til the tornado-poem comes.

Carolina to the W. Indies mojo runs.

But today we must puddle the batch

Making walls in the concrete night.

Riddles only Ensomnya knows:

The teetotalers sit in stony rows

They said:

Depression Class is worth one point.

I mingled logic in my batty brain &

Asked:

Is Chronic Depression Class then

Worth two? They shifted focus to

My thrifty off brand shoe.

Korporate servants rarely bare the knuckle work.

Kredit gods cannot save the rough ship piled up.

Like it matters anymore that there is any matter like it.

Infamous port of mongrels, should your salt-dusted

Hearts as turned, repent.

Children hurt, that thou embrace a corpsy covenant.

Ancient ego problems and the recently acquired damage

Of a soon bedamned age, sings Death and Rage whoso

Composed mirthful sonata. Carousers band & steady

As she goes, fan out silver to wharfinger & pirata.

Who knows it unpronounced, burning wisdom to the quick

Til in the dark house lay the mannish dog w/ the Syph.

O eerie bride slag of bait, what price gave ye to Fate?

O sly minxy, raw and tricksy, thy riband red of lace

And dead of the night filched bag from it’s stolen

Place, thy sisters beg the dregs of all your amorata

Knowing the high sea tides in w/ gold rich pirata.

Cumulus Cloud Nine Hole & a Vacant Drama 21 Aug ‘o2

I had picked you, alone and separate from the universal girls.

Picked well and good to admire a sure thing. Now the high

Court found me wanting, found me red handed and tired.

Something like a cellblock wing, the clink & the can.

Halfway around the sun and freedom jist expired.

Venomous wisdom lords the day.

I pray into the porous hollows.

Mercy has a funny way…

She goes, she went, she is gone.

I am most destructive when alone

Clamoring in dead air and stone

Is a two-way temple of whispers.

Inside out the deacon vespers.

O dark Euclid, faint-heart door

To the plastic plate. I am more

The weaned, undimmed by

The living drought. Sunday

Comes to gloom & whirls about.

Some flunkie brought in some smokes.

We untangled our nerve w/ pollution

And sycophant jokes.

However and so on

I have yet to seize

A lasting lectern.

Scholars mock

Out there in an

Open tavern.

I know em:

The curmudgeons

Skating round

Rings of Saturn.

A farthings worth

Of thought and

The pencil

Dwindled.

A Bit of the Gorgonhead Brew Aug ‘o2

Enough of the End.

Enough of theoretical reform.

Glad to meet ya friend, I will

Be your gracious tour guide

Through this passing storm.

My name is weird, like

The phylum of a flower.

You cannot pronounce me

Ever to the Catacomb Queen.

A bit of the Gorgonhead brew

& this… gravity must go!

You leered into furrows

Of antimyth & labyrinths.

We couldn’t stand it.

Though we stand forthwith

Til the grass dealers busted.

Meager silver & a story

Give not hope to worry

But destroy jazz radio &

Imagine the dragon fire.

She poised, said we came

Courageous enough to ride her.

Wish ye to see the other mind

She keeps near the ocean-side?

Coin’s rattle on a mahogany table.

Remind your muses pray

As I lay trashed in privy:

To embrace the young Puritan

At next shuffling of the divvy.

Cancel remembrance of bleary

Eyes in slaughter –wait for me

By the white crossing water.

Document: Street Bread 23 Aug ‘o2

We are living in the cold patches of history

As androids of a popcorn palace factory in

A junkyard county in a pumpkin nation.

We are being stuffed full of neuromedication

And plasticated pagan meals. Vertigo makes

It’s home w/ in us and dermatitis is upon us.

Who is Orpheus and why has he taken hiatus?

Alarmed and dead-armed alive, confused of

Life and its crime living unamused, unrhymed

And under measured to the bar of hoaky standards.

Wicked pow-wow of men treasure murder themes

Darker stories and games and trouble it seems

The treaties & pleas break to build holy wars

And shiny new machines. Yeah death comes

W/ the numbers, w/ the kill ratio & scores.

A full tank in the truck

Gut-brain gargantuan Ego

And the whiskey, yes its incognito

Effects. The snake awake now meanders

The gangplank road at the edge of the world.

No bail but our Jesus Nazarene.

Was I made for such impression? Sentences of no return, sketch

Themselves, but I am a reasonable Anglonorman altogether, like

A shelter in rain-thrashed weather. Chronicles keep not wisdom

True, documents should not tell a lie, but they do.

Who waged that apathy beat us all? Slow tunes ride up a valley

And fill the American alley folk another cup. Korporateers have

Spun and bolted from the goodwill ahead, neither sitting in nor

Serving or breaking bread. Forbid not the smile of a medieval

Tooth; there is a creed of elders, rivers for the sacred youth.

We Swim Cathartically Superior to Our Regret Aug ‘o2

Everyone’s a victim in the Ultrafrenzy.

I expected more ballyhoos from saints.

Now our street-sleazy ingrates war w/

Whomsoever, as satellites conspire in

Cold orbit.