Saturday, February 12, 2011

Ert ling and tings

hear eye go 'urtling
and tings

rival smashers into
lace curtains like meteors

ottoman tulip farms
some out
toward

the crimson yali
washing
a polar bear skin
riding a goat
a dog

while the little wagon
yawns
rumbling pilotless
beneathe the winding grapevines

to push
a hurtling and tings
pushing its stick
in the soft white chalk

lost country
pine barrens
chartless either of all

dungarees
smoking
peckinpaw

lab
rats
piled
in a safety shower
the knapsack
lay
hunkered
in the american tree

Lars Kinsarvik
smooching
to Loki

ice letters
laid out by the bulky lad
skaters

big twenty ton letters arranged
in the infinitely din's
eyes

Ert ling and tings