Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Languaged Odyssey

Fetishizing the materiality of experience, I said to my harbinger totem brother L+A+B+A+N+G


he give lace tent party
he show art fishing net out of water
give butterflies home
in silent grandeur

wake tiny pellets with water
save erotic dreams of fleshy beans
in poison coated glass
like glands

NOMMO hears me
Nommo finds the fox
in the hat box
pinning a brooch
the boroo

language can transfer the material to spirit
and spermirial the fur trains glow

what a mariacel
a curicle
a beesnobbed hyming

O Thlur
O Fibune
O Roonfauna

please select one
with your

"checkered pen"