Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Listening To Black Sabbath, Black Flag, In My BMW SUV.



Joris Karl Brothel Abby Bicycle.
J

Emmanuel.

A lens is hovering, through which
a burning tree can be seen.

In the Abby, a tree full of nudes.
In the Brothel, bicycles.

Joris Emmanuel speaks
to a long thin shadow
on the shape of the grouper.

Karl J.

As I looked across the meadow,
an old red Tongan Methodist church.

Methods.

Lower Depths.

The young white snow
is perched in the eves
of history, the young white owl

with its dead mouse
and

talon ziggurats.

Joris Karl
with a mouse skin bowler.

Ozzy Osbourne. My War.

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Irrony Observes The Earthing.