Sunday, December 29, 2013

Marguerite F.H. Bloxam (BATHOS FOAM FOUNTAIN PEN)



there is a spectral unguiding piece
which decides
revealing the spherical core of emptiness'
descending armor
there is a peace unfounded by gesticulation
which has no interest to you
its colossal hand like a smirk too sublime
it can only be ignored
but in this standard view
the skin attaches to its twin
as beauty

our victim to the fire again
ungowned the head has distant horns
thorns or vortex of stars, something numbers do
behind this
wherein no symbol cows replete
the honour
is old whole and all yours

grey starfish
black beach
white ocean
glass feet

vellum viri pyrhu
ulu haha nous
nemo neome numu
mala urnvu clus
mulvex irnux
flug

flug poe
they run from
Nola en nacht
irrony's figure
future father dead
to syntaxis before
hand

T[O]URING
MERET MARAT
GREY CUP
UORFLUNGEK