Monday, October 4, 2010

Polanyi's From-To



bandy brummel bromide
to sieve its caustic mastication

the edible tricorne
somehow hiding in the saddle

where the toad
is now our home

we cannot see skin
in our sparking

we hold down the curling pages
and try to release the thin animals

back into their
wayword drafts

wholesome dreaming shadows
are not allowed to park here

but only yellow

metallic

beams

hovering ecstatically
in grim silence

the stylized crystalline surface
refracting conventional intention.



    

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