Saturday, October 20, 2012

My Catullus / Romy Schneider and Marlène Jobert Fall Out of Love While Maurice Ronet Explores the Wreckage of the Convertible Just Over the Edge of the Cliff...




Salve, nec minimo puella naso
nec bello pede nec nigris ocellis
nec longis digitis nec ore sicco
nec sane nimis elegante lingua,
decoctoris amica Formiani.
ten Provincia narrat esse bellam?
tecum Lesbia nostra comparatur?
o saeclum insapiens et infacetum!



Salvation's next to minimal pull, a noise
next to the bellowing peaty's next to nigh grist of cells
neice no longer to the digital's next / or seashore
neice seine's nameless elegant linkuage
doctoring risible cockatous with amethyst and formica
convincing provenance narration a warring essence
like lesbians comparing noses using
speculums to open thoughtless nostrils
in faces no longer lovers