Wednesday, September 19, 2012

The Brokers Rear.



there is something in what you say
that is refuting what you said
but i can't say it
won't

let me look here
at today's syncretic synchronicity:
aloof (nautical)

The order to the steersman to turn the head of the ship
towards the wind, or to make her sail nearer the wind. Obsolute.
now luff.

confuted by what it isn't.

guna guna
gotusk

(beaker's ore)

Condoy, let your every alopicke
taste of Cockeram,

1623
randomly
apres coup (sic)
La Cagoule in colosynth
grows wild in profusion
about
Gilgal.

It's easy to see a chessboard
in a labyrinth, every

acid
aches its
specific
phaneron
to water's
basic turn

licht lith litch
onfedera

milk and gold dust
boiling aft the ether
kunstiguous mata hari

the rambler runneth
in corybantric crewdities