Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Staked and Rising Fine (Buttercups of Delphi Romance)

dog red mogollon boxer cave boxer to hop light limnal hymnal buried under hot leaves the hand fires funked uy uy uru guy gum belt the brine pelt's sophotoolu haba obba longueur say stay til the party's over we've got this sheepskin a private cooler the good stuff i've saved until the squares nod off under high white screech of torn star shower equipment getting on lower out or down we seem them leprachauns for a rumple seat personal hovering acorns they make a halo for old sticky beard on a camping jag lucky strikes the boxer hard head of red boxer cave stretch mogollon terrible assyrian powers unleashed upon the frial lien levant teen garde arabic neon cool we take sebsi near pierce arrow icon indian head pontiac old watches they viewed in candle andlelight who keeps the timing with the tomtom 6 9 6 9 6 9 6 9 6 9 6 9 6 9 6 9 6 9 MOGOLLON RED He gives an interesting history of interest in the experimental saying experiments should rely on many things not acceptable even in the far distant future. the value of an experiment may never be proven not for all time say upanishad garden hose neon intestine TIME PLAIN CAVE RED bug zapper money clip the wooden fruit basket partay again repeat and gargle the purple metallic mercury into tulip cups once frozen now thaw upon ichor transfuseful okapi tongues in the topkapi palace sat staring at this heavy stone scrollwork some six stories up imagining tawny bat people fucking their hot jittering bodies like icons laid on a grid one tapped the remains my savior is laid out in the cotton gin he pulled me from the smoking hulk but he himself could not be saved i make a thing like black concrete should enter the contest careful careful it has the lay progression softened unto many let leaches enact the secret knowledge in their mouth parts all Mogollon is red and thick with boxing caves the rebelling comes in waves gravitation is the beginning and gravitation is the end all earthly bodies kneel to gravitation thus is the soliloquy of Prof. Daniel Vaughn who looks so Andrew Jackson and down in the mouth to a rail splitter, how does such a handsome carpetbagger get by with such a rumply hat his tongue from smoking like a brown mouse behind the door as all of Rome is burning Nero does not fiddle but watches a strange caterpillar lap wine from a wide flat dish its head reminds one of Hermes the gladiator: Oh Gravitation, thou art a voice out of the beyond and are other forces are but echoes Bjorn could call it but the whole tide not t but inudible the being picked up the metal boat as if it were paper you remember these factless beings who filled the comics with their hearty smell for to comprehend the homely knife to give out belchless fine mint into a summery picture how perfect and soft the green petals flame there could it be that the burning bush never combusted but sat in transcendent tensility a branching equation whose nature murks the saucer unto untuition no great magi female or man would stir beyond the red whole nature of its remarking lane raise up your paws mr mrs paw paw paddle universe paddle wholly on yer own