Tuesday, November 26, 2013

you see a muddy little prawn a volvebaris

dearly surety will mimic the page
when its story flows upon the blankness
after the hole of the federal means
sets the tripod's legs aquivering

too fat / the oracle
to phat / the oracle
or feed

what's deaf
as the études' round
days of energy
our ninny awed

take laugh
or wing
while the heavy airless thing
cupping this
weights its magic skull
to the floor

the gaze reamble
upon the mushroom bauble'd
sill wings arranged in the gaps
of cobblestoned substitutes

there were no shallows
for the onion's proposition