comely thought-stealing sod
of
crumbly merde-stain (martian) radio
what science alloose
gives your telepathy a scissor
to this emphatic stinging
giddy erectille smillions chumble
o comelu mu-mu-maste
forking firking mast-head top mast
main sail
strangely unfurled
wweird toroid clipper shiph
whose inner sanctum
'the hole'
is that "garden on the sea"
in which the anthropomorphized
oceanic, and the translation
into plants
is made mobile
by the heresy
of being
logic is snow
that being
that historical saying
hysterically
that being itself
is satanic
uniholey
unholy
holy
holey
unholey
singulary
and uni
a sea urchin
an Aurchin
a Narr chin
a beard, a smooth girls
niche
a nice way of saying
knot thing
nothing
no thing
but this or thast
mess mast
must
must we leave
this red coral piano
butwile these bizaretease
collempse?
today's skeletons
are elastic
transparent
resonant
conductive
in my helmet of cauliflower mushrune
I chastize the air of all
in chastity
Chasing
your wild grumble of balloons
in a hemlox grove.
The sacred tree bride
is marrying (Kabonga)
a Green Boxing Glove
on a shelf
of scattered
"threw in"
failing lane
i cross today
but continue croosing
cell bob baney wokti
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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If logic is snow, your metrical feet will never need galoshes.
ReplyDeletewell thank you, David..
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