Thursday, January 30, 2014

the nous objekt's krypteia within the critical forests




Herder Herder
were only the graveyards
all herms
of gesticulating robots
the sun you
no smile my
stolen cattle rattle rooster
this Broch is no
Hermann this
instrument no bone
when eyecup the cubs
your buttocks painted
drained
upon the convex sides
odd alien bent chattels
eyes on your buttocks
your body rattle
blackfaced they hide
by the road
rattus rattus epebia
within an oaken
torso
rudder