Thursday, August 23, 2012

post modern past oral



lucent drunkenness
what i am i cannot know
so says the world
that world a poet

in dreams among
transparent walls
the drifting favor falls
the crowd a lever

and din or sport prevail
winding truces fail
the grid whose cubical
vapor ankhs the robes
of genies

tubes
for sails
and kenodoxy //

ORNADOX
XODANRO

//keen on genesis'
suicidal tendencies

and to plateau
the endless view
of stunting
the purposeless
growth

but what features
were derived
through memory's gland
all appreciated i'm sure
by the naturalists

kensal green
refurbished //

BABGATES
(festule)