Monday, May 20, 2013

JOHNS SINGER SARGENT IN VENICE




sometimes the succubus is a potter,
sometimes the vessel
is a wind.


I am graytef
ULE and for all of you
grolvitunt
seek pi in hill sack
seek 7 in draws


loaf and belt it down
the great bridge
of trembling orchards
We row
sing
and carri apple
wrapped
in irons
yellow dorsal flint knife's


It could be the home of Sadakichi's scent.
It could be Atlantis
to hog eskimo genies.


@Post-Art Poets:
The Underground isn't just more pretty subway tiles.
It's a huge and mammoth sun
of subway tiles
behaving
NYARLATHOTEP.


Sulphur is to Alchemy, as Gilligan's Island
is to Japan.
Milk poured over hand-dyed Echidna
to make an ornamental soup.


Even a psyclops
can be a vessel
of many colors.
Sleeping George not satan, but
bad programming
lurks
under coding
mistakes.
(movie news)


In the Desert of the Real,
the poem must always lyre
as an hon-murked gravure.

Damocles comes distant
to soi disant
NURSE DIGGER.


Honey paddle greek.
Etruscan liquefy pony.
Seek service in serious
pan head.
Seek gloss
where glaze
would crake.
"kikopheen"


I dream of the Mexican Painters.
Of the heavy Italian way.
Of the light airy Singers
of songs.
The Death of the Abstract
is abstract.

Tulips are kissed by red eggs.
the tiny corpses
each
are letters.


Here is the basic culprit.
John the Baptist.
Electric Urchin Beast.


Who put the 
Ovaltine
in Mrs. Murphy's
Benzedrine?


Perhaps the pineapple owl?


The PLU-washing dandy?


In words as in prison, much effort can be made to alter
the medial domain,
tho the whole picture
is grasped
in white.

How clean the candor of surfaces,
the solemn role
of interaction.


It takes a long time
to discover the principle at the heart of 
combination.


This sick heart
that mimics infinity.
This beautiful jug
which turns from vipid hifsterism
to mandarin spigots
of gulls.

BILOXIVENICE


Police friends.
are. nice.


Sufism as deformed by Pomid Agromethaly.


Existentialism
could have been called
to order
an odd dark rural olive.


Let no inhibition cloud your lack of judgement.


Administration as a sound
seems similar to tragedy
as a religion.


Is beauty a splendid idealism,
or a drug combining memory
and loss?

Diana598@gurxsut.com
needs to know!


Flamenco is rare in Venice,
I-M very ill.


What you can't see is the enormous goat devil head of chewing gum
I'm perched on.
I think Querelle dislocated his Chinese acrobatical.


The cowry mandorla
must give its grief to glee.
If glee or sowak is not manifest.
SUBGUM ruta.
finding amber
in a woman's turban,
later the owl
pulling snakes
from your navel.


I start work everyday with the same goal.


Ephraim once owned a Winnebago.


Do you live around here?
Ever seen jade lifesaver nipples?
Crow feet on a flag?
THE BLACK PINEAPPLE?


Beauty is usually found
in some stranger's garage.



ORACLES ACCEPT THE POSSIBLE.