Sunday, October 10, 2010

DRUNE

until confusion
simply is
chaofusion
hekau fusing
and to remember this programme
is not our fault
~they lived in tree-lined volleys


bosk.turn@forgive-forget
and let it go down
the dinosaurian pedestals
forge sage


weret hekau meaning "she who is rich in magic"
the irrony
the phat illuminatingly irrevocably right wrongness
where sense is always
bent into contention's pawesum


each connection T
has a veriatude of aspects, etc, 
the molar aggregates or granulation results
phenomena


no simple singular
for(m) behavior(s)


manuscript


weret hekau
is she


the oaky terror of he,
dodona


anode odd
its cathode rod
the door whose gold
like a fire in dream
is cool
and is touching


their polemnick cares
they think the cloud stool
bears


our epi
takes a wind
these leaf seasons
are strange
and strangely unimportant
because of the solid
and good construction
of the terrain's
openly martyred phong


glad to hear you
glad to hear you
because it means i can hear


weret hekau meaning "she who is rich in magic"
or
thing which is rich in possibilities


meaning anything that is possible
is possible


and art


CHICAGO VESUVIUS
GENTLE WORK IS KILLING ME
TOLSTOY


I HATE YOU
Sherlock


they're great shaggy horses anull the curse
and l'opera
its painful bladder


fork in a wine-glass
mirror cracked


weret kekau
mereth tikal


soft winter
sindwinders in their holes
now the age of caves is done
the age of huts now teem
to meet each crescendo
as it dawns


each day
woman-mane-or-man-mark remains
to begin


mouth as place outside the labryse oll


lo, collective stall
[..]


confusion is a good thing, dear oprots
chaofunction


is unknown
see this aristocratic brow


gazelle shafts
the photons


each a god-es


the liquor molt
the ichor bend
the ochre need
the din of its heavenly brunt


palm oil
on delicate shoulders
a grasshopper pass across full moon face


arbor
unique tel
now flokes


fl ought


logic fell to blurgic
and in these liquid eyes of whole
note change


synplessimuss


lucique


ecluse


hoclogue


medisiense
hupping the ront fuh curbit


"Are you all right?"
"I am a conspirator."


kunst's'pirit


the ja-ave-line


its helix drea-d


jooking
fooking




all up, and in front


the noble house of jen