pity prinks a petty bell
newcomer you fade upon the engender
of material science
how honk the father brave stainless steel spheres
how cold the mother bow
to the secret gong in the garden
on a bench
in a low wood
a wood which follows
a low and snaking hill
onna binge
the hymn to terracotta
red odalisques their cadmiumspyme
cactus dorsal mohawks
neon prick fence, their
tiny barrel nipple cactus
moon
cooing
lantern
echinoderm
slong
narrative to unlock
the padding feet
honey, there's someone in the house
.357
strong arm
looking up that
brave
in the warm sun
brown skin
red skin
maple
native
we grow gazelles
in speed lotion
i found a cat's hairball
stuffed with huge tick bodies
now flattened
like deflated cartoon brains
just a little turd of hair
a cigar
and jaunty the whoopy-cushion tick-brains
thrown in all willy-nilly
the fart gone out of them
boo
grrrrs
of the gnostic
abipluroma
I remember you
sweet Australopithecus
you adapted
to hands of gushing grass
and screams through
lightning eyeballs of
branching laughter
seeds scattered
to prophecy
growth
grotto
groigno
grong
grugno
gruin
An Entreat:
Vocatur Le Groyne
they lay the groat and throat together
like children to see if they will play with each other
one flemmishing the pfennig
while the other one
thicks the serpentine
with grochau..
Silesia looks marvelous this time of year,
the groot plaid mold abacks the timbern-zole,
and the fine upstart idiot puts in his lot with
Hugo Grotius, International Law, and whatever else
happens to fall in his lap, a fondue pot
with a picture on the side of a long lost airport.
picts.
foons.
random expositor
of baggage.
