Saturday, November 6, 2010

I Am So Sorry About G as O, Line, O Nil and Sagging Agates, Vogler, Vogler, Vogler

must not harbor a licten
when fuscous succors
line the tonticle

the octopus' whole body
is a model of the eye
free of a skull
to live

drifting upward
through waxy catacombs
projecting silver halos
through crimson halos

and if we could live
in a stomach of wax
perched in the chest of a silver skeleton

cyclopian eyeballs
would come visit
in top hats of swedish swown

there we would make a story
like bartering fish with forty truncheoners
upon an impulsive chymistry
the gaff hyme zetti