Wednesday, February 4, 2009

They All Doubt Me, But My Flesh Is Tinderer Still...

How fresh and clean could it possibly be
with the noose hanging
lazy
from its pipe-work knee?

Scads of long long thin druids have passed through this pipe
on the their way to the sea, the nous (ethereal for pleasure)
a leaf (more graspable than a quid in its role in musical combinations)

of the telling (His grashyng tuskes my tender grystels shore)
of the Cabbie's only wife:

"He just couldn't get things right, so I left him,
poor noose,

poor... (grateless loth)

How fresh! How delightful the hyacinth when it blooms
like gorilla doom (Spherical graticules are constructed in various ways.)

Orange approaching full speed in the hush

stamen some
methodic magic
of inbred mathematics
(graunching on the rocks)

pugged pride
lazy noose

oblivion all cozy
and capering purposively
(the harder grauwacke schists)...

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