Sunday, December 29, 2013

NUPIO CONETA



glandpa's 
glurn 
and 
hobble 
po
modag
cobble


the first word
is the last word


in ONTEULOGY's
grrr-din


Loco motion absalute!


Looks like the standards of display have replaced the game, or has the game replaced the (oh
Chaormina, when your locket skipped trailing chain, your woven hair chain brain skirting brine white keels of slod, oh how my lapels flashed in the midday sun, this pool cuttle's prantoid voxulumpen..)

Caryatids we, slide rules for slippages not yet seen through the scree of serene sirens siring whine


now pause
before you enter
oblivion's rustic garret door
to the beyond

i imagine scooped out gargantuan melons and meons
line with satin
and chromagnits

skewers of roasted jellies
hovering helicticoidal nubonth
our telebath await uew

how long should Angel Freud
wait against the red tongue pillar
mouthing the same word

PARAGRAPH
PARAGRAPH

farrago rapine upon nouth's nexp[ulp[on



My cornea goes out to you..



varlots cast in hyle's glad and heavy meadows
will embrace the dowsing crutch
and hand their own hang
where the whirlwind
skirts the butcher's bottle


my dream wind goads a hollow cart
whose shadow like a key
takes all people to the place they most adore

it was one fine day
in the middle of may
and white zeppelins
fake furred the ambulant puppy capes
toward
knighthoods greet shapeleons

in the hush of phosphoresing clover
the lover's eyes
closed
to the inner light
a gesture beyond reaching
finality's
arcing
KOIN


coin koi hue


meet you in labrydelphia?
I'm studying turtles at the moment along the hymn where hide,
and all in stitches

HAHAHA!


There's something in your soup dear, here:

(FLOOR PLAN L)


I am the GREAT MONKEY BOTIMO!



sounds like gravitas just got awarded the elastic lace medallion
from the bloc cadre's lunical bot-wash..


Ssstandarrrd subscriptioin rates APPLY!


I just wanted errybody2 nodat..


All of California
in a ten gram brown paper bag.


There's no sense pretending you're not part of a larger consciousness,
an unconsciousness which is yet
conscious.
My right hand is the pupil,
and there's a candle balancing
on my nose.


Nonsense.


You're either WINDUST or AUGUSTUS, but both ways
you get to keep the nifty crown!


Somebody told me once, but I forgot.
Want a hot iron seed for your leather bladder?


"I'm totally open to you!!"

(we're closed)



the liberation is advancing.
the gauntlet is caste,
and it keeps
the sign

from blowing
away.