Friday, February 28, 2014

Ruined green cathedrals, bathing beauties, and sea-going sculpture, all disconverge on scruple-tongue.


steak sweet
potato wellness formula
kleenex soup kombucha
in strabusiness
I found myself
a mustache curler
demos to demos
for our cave-wry'd wigging


a crock o'dilator
to confound
the narrowing
phanero-fen
psibyllization


chest case
basket case
in rough carpets
the sliding remains
faux-vision fades
its colors moving brighter


I have bring-ed mother
again
she prefers the live icon
to television


a crude waiting it seems would cruel
the harness of good huihuizenga
a great fellow
donating honorable zings
to the high hound
the speaking shadows
the fleece warrens
crackling with electric
wheezing hoods
shrouded pillars
awake
and spin
accelerating


to think, it all started with herm
(...)
L
"tripping mews"


Diogenes first conceived of the lantern
in the dream of a satiate horse
this plume will be my goose-egg
he cried
for my twin erection lies
at the crux of strabismus
and schitzopodality
"I am the way beyond the crab-people.."


and so then
the sea witch put her neck
in the heavy jet black torque
her neck claws
accessing controls
pulling up view screens
etc
rows and rows of digital
flip-top cauldrons
bubble bubble toil and double
0101110100101011100


my wound must breathe in thicket


where punctum arcs a shadow
only resonyms will tame
what wormius knew
was only tithes
to water
in magesty


I may not block the illegible curse
but its glue will purple
as a sheet
never touching my sacred brow
the tail of the world
is a dancing spew
psyllipsussed


J-o-y-L-j
V
this beard of pipes
can never remain
purely a spectacle



The camera is not your fault,
nor your earthquake


I can see I'm going to have a lot of work today
inside the creased piano ledger


(what he is really saying is):
young women on the banks of the seine
about to be attacked by a light saber


Romanticism's new digs
may only be entered through a star-shaped mirror
you know you have won
if you are wearing custom
moccasins 


I refuse to eat "smoke turtle" with you!


5000 more ping pong tables please
and include the REQUISITE 
spoon paddles
and napkin scorecards


I picked a bad place
to become a living icon
again


glass nipples
are the most beautiful
and chickens are alaways trapped unside
it perfumes
necessity


Celadon, you are awakening
to Celadon.


this final hyphen will allows us
to scale the walls of reason
and reach the infinitely closed
beyond


When I mimic a blood waterfall
your image mimics
a trembling


as an erotic nun
I entered the republican party
declaring justice for plebs
and hot lice
for hit parade head sores


syntaxis
works for modernism
but will openly reveal
its primitivist tendencies
under close scrupulotion


fig lute
sweetly beckons
to groves
of green tapestrions

BACK SYNTHAUR!


meat chess
as developed
by picnic ted
TED POSITIVE WORK HOLE


and to think
duchamp was the man beside you


i feel lazy 
in all the former
dimensions


Duchamp appears on the ancient tokens
as the yogic lord
or tamer of beasts


as an architect
I worked with birds
to aid in the design
of my sea-going
capital


what is it for
anyway?


If you will just put the napkin in your mouth
your head may work a bit better


I get along with the idea of painting.


and sometimes
a nose-flute
will surprise you...

The Case of the Garrulous Gambler




storage
and
retrieval
are
like a kung fu
bean

snatch the tiny shoe
from my hand
dennis hopper

snatch the heavy
stone shoe
from my head
green grasshopper

snatch
the heavy bean shoe hand
dennis grass menace
hopper, edward

auto-asphinxiate
the stone grasshopper
shoe
with tiny hand
kung fu

bee hatch
hod beach
detach
the tiny raisin
from my forehead
chemo-wabi-sabi

keyhole
the rainbowl snatch
meine kleine
baby shoe kindergryllus
bean head
dennis hopper

blue velvet jellybean
snatch

kung fu me
tiny
heavy stone
grasshopper shoe
your bee-snatched raisin
strikes
like a fang in the night
like a spirit camel

weaving the guardian owls
out of plenti-putti
snatch

the storage
and retrieval
Dionysus the menacing
cephalophore

do not snatch the bean
but hold gaze
eternally
watch the thin clean gland blade bold
it watches you
from inside
its pale gelatin shoe

and turn
to the grassy delirious hips
your wild scarred forearms
your symphonic webarrays

make lightning
from your scars


Wednesday, February 26, 2014

The Word 'Monstre' Appears 11 times in the Collected Works of Chaucer.



the beatitudes of copying
also project
a thin black skeleton key tree shadow 
whose indexical phallynx
summons no simple irony
but a multitude 
for the gnarstyx'd pluromatongue
is a hordespace
and though we contemplate it lovingly
and lilt ourselves languidly in streams of soft petallings
the burning solar rose is hung in a black iron coppice
whose hacking litany of vortle
chuffs no only glad roundurance 


as Nachtschitzeus said
Be Fortful
and multiply the framings


and found a bliss, a bliss-surd of ceremonial doorways
down and back into the throes
of lost plazas
of mythical reading


a scrim before the hot machinery of love
to harvest the genius
of its radiant
and white hot stamen
fate's chthonic punetym
become all consumthing
yesmage
uniformlessly bewildering


the open sky
conceiling
engravelatours
leavened by graven
banderoles
whose masque
is the greening
single
pense bête


for though I walk
through the valley of antennae


I shall fear no telephone
and hair no diatribe


my Pan
and my snake
do confront me
and my scrybus fang
will haunt
the paper of the whordethicket
forever


my hard black ebony eyes
rolling freely
loosed from a punctual heading


and all things shall be brought together
a soft bodice
cupped in a black lightning
of wild cold magma
in song
an heroic pinprick
sanguid round 
a blind koine


O Knossos!


When frail Garamanteans
arrived in tunnels


your Minotaur has so declared:
all totality springs from supplementarity,
all grace confined


lo, my calembour
is a drawing,
a sucking at the fount
of your wound,
my displacement


perhaps
the 'one that stands by you'
is a camouflage
for empty shelves,
a poim of Stella
to the MERRKFEST
of apple vey


consider the statutes of the feel


do they not sleep as stones
in the bowels of buddha's foot


does not a cold nimbus of dreaming coinages
awaken all combination


to mutilate the dance


let mother heal
her token's 
garden
goiter

for the where the lamprey
candles


the hand must hold
a cup


whose haecceity
deus hex
wills adam
a descent in turns
to even
the plug
or the scrim
or the feel


4014, 4414, 4404, Rue Eggsilly


there is a weirdly homogenous substance, baby
there is a weirdly homogenous substance, sugar


None of my models can correct or guess!


In the long winter
my own stupefying nudity
has become your clothing,
now will you play
Handel's Sarabande
again, my dear,
and this time,
with a little more
'groovitas'


no sense
in chattering wrongly
when it takes away
no one's rights


The subject much loin to recognize
that his unconscious is his history,
a golden eleven-vater monster,
bugs bunny teeth


but Oedipedagogy
needs my
socratiser


and so ends the treatise


leaving each moment
in its own all deforming
and performative
punctum
the subject as the quill
of the objective
departure


the triple muse
as ascendant


as writ mine auctour called Lollius