Thursday, January 16, 2014

implictures' emenince eschewing polemblical anti-polemischism for butterwords


but 
not
especially 
thin.



And comma al floam
And comma al floam
End comma End comma come
for sphere cochlea intuits
Susiana Elamtu
having come to the omphalos
between 3 alien letters
ladders
lanterns
all three at once



If I were not 
Omphalopagus
I would wish to be
the  Khizi Rayon
a young dizzy g
mountainous
in piney woods
smelling campfires
in strange terracotta braziers
like giant's heads
strung from up high
in the tree tops


if you look closely
you can see me along with others
in my caftan on the grassy knoll
i made a picture out of temporary tragedy
bud banjo maud
bud banjo maud jaguar
bud coffin
coffee buzz
'funny'


sometimes
as when rhetorikos is pounded flat
and sprinkled
with aleppo
THERKAM



it hints of a more
sperling
rounded place
gorgon balloons on hyle
the sky called HYE
or if slowly
hyle-i hyle-put the-hyle hyel-word-heel
oft to the foot
for blinking:
Do you remember the double-headed eagle?
HERALDIC DEFORMITY!
there now,
I've said it.
Was that so awful?


these hypaethral boatmen;
are they letters, words, images, phrases, or people?
are they ideas, or places?
these hypaethral boatmen;
are they women, cattle, or geese?
are they songs, buildings, or feet?

a classical foot
rendered hollow
and aluminum
might make a boat
for Ambroise Vollard
EDITEUR


Is the act of reading reincarnation, resurrection, or palingenesis?


I met 'im at the Psychosis
cafe'
in Bremen.. 


and there he produced his head
and began to sing:

far far to cephalo
for cephala glowsna morde
and
far far to chephalow
their ankles bright with hordes



and to Kephalo, amen:
Brethren, wild in hart
and snorting, and all along the watchtower
in paisley purple clover minions
scarves
etc
don't touch your cat
with an umbrella
Ambroise


here, i just lost an important thought,
wouldn't you help me
tree pre sit
PANDORLA!
PANDORLA!
frost O
I like a crocodile
these clear glass castles
obey you
your body hard like a fist
as thought
but soft to hand
is there noise ends to daraprox
and sub-prime numbers?


gag me with a 
pune
the image stays in freefall
from electricity
for eighteen more centuries


and LO
a white baggage
takes the elephant
buy its hand
buy its hand
and beware
LEO MAXIMUS!


5 shedus
are wise promise
5 griffons
mistaken


"I can "barely" control this contraption."
"(caption)"


Didn't John Ashberries
compare a poem
to dark windows
along an empty street?


First I will destroy
the New Shamanism of Mesmer,
and then debunk Freud's Unconscious,
all the while
installing my nanobotanical emblems
along the timeline..
HAIL HYDRA!
give me more gummi, Roger,
GUMMI!


UNIVERSAL DIALECTIC
meets for tea:
mond your undershirts.


I typed in mend,
but the butterwords kept flowing all around me.
Now suddenly, my socks are flying like
flags (eye)
in the MAIN STREAM!



will you fly the 
flag of the hungry eye
as well
madame AMBROISE?


Debussy listened to the sea, but as an Agoraphobe
my poetry
is inspired
by the tapestry of fabric's everchanging pageantry..


I keep dreaming about paper-thin
insectoid kangaroos
drifting through the spaces between ribald
topiaries, a kind of twisted abstracted
swirly chess-bored
grille
of knowing..


Isn't this great.
You can hear a woodpecker for 6 miles
in a fog..


I say!
Just a little higher!
Yes! Yes!
Scratch there!
Ahhhh!


for a long time
I was invisible,
my wheeled chair like a pair of spectacles
gazing out upon a tiny bouqet

my earbushes
crashing wildly
my cellphome expanding
like a giant turquoise
jellybean phone
which no hand could hold..


They're garnishing my wages!
Literally!
I find bits of parsley, tarragon, sprinkles
of RUM WAGONS!
Carnecigems!


my egalitarian and well ordered success
has grown monolithic and bold.
the well policed avenuse
of my community brawl
could look no further.

My hungry eye
had sprounted an enormous
PLANT
of self-satisfactions.


Look hear, do you think I've said too much or too little?
What?


Robinson Cannibal!
Could I use a pack of smokes about now,
this idiot brain of mine
has rendered me a proletarians!


Charmed of the world, and especially
I am the thin baggage like bird.
Drunken in my slavery.


Would you please get this stripey human out of my room, and bring me your best
and slovenly, overtly thin baggage, you overtly thin baggage proletarian person.


Out of my bag, I feel so
virginal
and scottish
like a moist nude vagina
alone with a bagpipe sounding
KEATSANDSHELLYE!


In Tbilisi 
we've gotten used to
oddly abutted
windings, but our cobbles
still flow,
as erosion
purely
truely
is insurance
against any grandiosity


at home, my hobbies took a more
grandiose turn


When did Culture get so crowded?
I feel I should attend Culture,
but so did everyone else it seems..
hmmph.


It says here, you should attend a lowly status, and prepare a slovenly and thin baggage for a nonce balloon ham? Here sweetie. Get up.
I can mustard my own lens.
A portrait of a legless woman
lifting up her torso
tells the whole story about me.
I'm a proud and monolithic
EGALITARRIAN!


Why is semiotics a dirty word, instead of a call for careful calculation, a new fetishism of the calculand, one able to ignore its own lens, to test out sloppiness within the suspended set, and then to move on, inventing variables and placing them into the stream to birth their respective and indefatigable heads of state?



a snake's chin has pushed its forebrow down
rendering the malleable imp's face sinister
but delightful

a ghoul never leavened
can never posit the leaping


phunero.



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