Wednesday, April 14, 2010

And from under the leopardskin beret..



As if "I"
were the congenital ruddy faced
English General

by GOD IT'S CHILLY IN HEAH
as if its skeleton were made of ice
or conversely

that all of earth
were some kind of sock
for the disembodied-embodied

chilly foot as it were

as it werre

as it twirls

ass not :remember radio

lobes
lobes
lobes

brain
ear ass
and radio

invisible lithops

imagine the hovering
paper thin layers of jade armor
surrounding the dragon poem's
sacred organs

organs like congealed sound
whose thoughts
like visible patterns on the surface
enact a medusan sirenical fascination

things half of one thing
and 40 of another

furred trees
whose foetus fruits blink
revealing icons smoothly rearranging
on nictitating view screen lidules

the ruddy faced General's voice
out of a beatnik's head
and from under a leopardskin beret

"Poppycock!"


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