Saturday, September 4, 2010

Fonio Beant Paradiso, Northern Farmer to Langbium's Pim

fresh, let tender
red nets tell you
sure fire lies, isles
of eyes are slight
but something to move
among the fundi
and the hungry rice,
Digitaria exilis, name whose
lamp-post, per-se, even, though,
to the exile among the processors,
to the chaff among the transistors,
oh get thee to wet cochlea, oh run
as white burgundy down the chin
to something pyranose, unknown,
the ambiguous furca which may later
evolve into image

loose, oddly contorted bricks hovering
with rapt attention

the strained oblong head
shudder
prim appendage release


two free distal arms
aestheca apophysis
the connective membrane
shreds to appear
the root word's furculum
furen, a furgon for uavldree

loose the lortet
artifactual, conflictual
convalesce in
dinky festual hyalescent
rounce and fall

'the princess'
as it were an odd form
loosely about in the layers
a concatikon
an anarchic karela

laic, and in hlyr and
unhleow, it too could

lye lew
lay lo
its brane
with skrybellochs
woondered

fresh red nets
still earning the dosh

the shoddy
near light,
the old bhavami
in the fui



  

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