Tuesday, May 8, 2012

fey limericks of old farts






glassine envelopes clue the philology
where the yellowed adhesive
and plainly chimera'd watermark
becomes the attraction
instead of the bolder etchings
of former times

the lines so full of lines
the sperm a skull and spine
like a meteor
crash

on indifferent plains
cold
the mittens before some wash
of transparent hermetic orange

warmth or war or whispers
waiting in its withered womb

all glassine protect

fey countenance
upon owl's clover (refrain)

the boucher pink and venetian gray