Sunday, October 10, 2010

The Unknown Comic



Ezra Pound
you are a bag 
on my head
a Russian sleigh
that jangles
with gormley-looking
mini-bells


too hot
can't sleep


creep
take
snicker
gong


the whole world
's like a cockroach
on my balls


i move
in aubergines
a silver cube
of anasazi 


deny


melons throb
underwater
long liners
the green skin
has absorbed
the letters


1920


Dear Other,
red drawers hang open
for pronk and grab
and the slow smoothing of 


hom-nar dopf
prucedeth


blue cave frog people
sit at tables around the brim
of its hat


and the hat wearer
naked
waters its lawn


suitcases kiss
on a carousel


hose


ethernet espresso
its people person
is nosing 


around the 4 basic
monoliths
we keep handing out
to the bony apiary regionals


Ephyra lanked for
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