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its patio, in an aerie,
or open-topped tower
it's shoe, soft, long,
floppy, pointing
it reads the book of sunshine
and avarice
baked lightly in a clay head
of some said same
and game
the looking up
the vine covered stones
the high busts where the buntings hide
the jaunty nests like hats in the shade
the wild straight silent arc
the gnomon and the barque
the refugees pick watercress
and forage for car parts
in the body of Samhael
the aery is cool
and water opulates the place
it comes in a pseudo-speach
from the contrivance of a mouth
busturverbuboe tonbobulomdindin
skututtinminidropvodelphiplomph
seabed
Jeremy Bentham
will you stand up
and do the hula
I'd trade anything
hula hula conch
big wicker chairs
like lazy gibbers
for a lazy seaside stroll
studebaker bakken shale
or to find old Samhael
washed up on the rocks
and stinking
aerie to dz'onot
senile shrunken ovary
or opal in the husk
this mechanical caterpilar
will take you under 500 million
ears
name this beer
we'll drag an old tub back
to our hole
robotic crab masks in movies
stick our heads through windows
to yell at passing urchins
Bruegel itching
something's moving
in the pie
you cry
it reads by array
of sovereign window
parapet for squarewave
in incandescent blarney clone
Samhael stirs to change
someone's found a mechanical knee
put to a pitchform
watercress
festoons the joint lines
Poseidon's head
with a beard of rusty forks
comes barreling down the beach
on the hood of an
El Camino
fish hook garlands
trailing out the nostril
exhaustrills
oakstar-hide-a-bed
