Thursday, March 13, 2014

ILLUSORY REPRESENTATIONS ON THE COMPATIBILITY AND MISCIBILITY OF ALL WITH ALL (poetry-lettrou)


to poetry lettrou
g'or vita al sassoon
is votching you
siegfried or roi
in emily


another day on the gnostic front:

Too quick my ear leaves conferred —
The bushy bells they were—
I could not find a Privacy toning stack
From Nature's sentinels —
(whose crown is a cup)

&In a Cave I presumed to hide
The Platonic Walls — which begun to tell —
Creation seemed a mighty safe Crack —
To make me visible —
(my slippers muting 
carrot-hands
and paper waffles)


It looks like somebody
has made a Rudolph Otto GI Joe:
Now is the nostril burnt
in holy discontinuum...

"surveillance rudder"

red ink that burns
with no smoke


Do you ever feel like
the poem is a dead end,
and the cul de sac
a perilous burgeoning
transcending specific mood
(with a restau-rantish door)

black flowers
gaze blindly
on her hands
their blankness
framed frankly
by the curvature
of 'shag'

O Chalice Knotley of Hilton
onyx pinky
of heavy sick


Play it once more if you would Esmeralda
but with a touch more Leibniz
under pale azure blurt-ka
(geel-goo crouches fur whip)


and carried by woven grass canoe
the blarney arrived safely
among the balearics
and with moonlit nudes
stretched
and found red handprints
at the bass
of its grace
supine


rhino!
wry note!
your eggs conceal
venetian blinds
leading granite nowhere
concrete

Henry Kitchener
was hear.


heat causes the strings to rise
whipping!
their tails to sky!
and they bare their rectums
to the ancillary plectrum,
golf changes
miminally
as the epochs
code a glow


but the bolt
gave greater impetus
and luminous wood
'i had forgotten to wipe'
that tremor-louched 
monument


here no fief
will fie your autoharp
and thief glue
your thin rubber boot
to murky languid cats
which harvest
our polluted 
starfish

sire, a ruse in all


the minutes of the first meeting
of the poem
and its typical former afterlaugh
with painting
(a soapy film)


why should i hide
a golden tonsil 
in my bodice

his name
was thin-lace-avarice


and now I too
will rule
by rays
but my skin 
will be cooler now
in black kelp

BLACK KELP!


on parturition feep
this dane misor thread less
blockages
no terain
of imbrications
full swell
they watch you
and are in turn
blind
to the jellied
transference


Venus!
Venus!
keep moving my tao-urine!

diamond matisse jester
spank poe!
spank poe!


but it was the newer
mechanical nimbus
which allowed the aqueous 
hermeneutic
to flow again
amid the
lowing 
land

(insect rabbit lenin fetish)


he's overcome by radiation..
only..
one..
microsecond..
for the 
radioactive sheep-flea-cocoon-yogi
to notchy
my rocket carrot..

aaaahahgghaeeeeeeeeee!

shabby amphoras!


i wish you'd just talk like a normal
shoe horn,
and break this tin-foil
spell.

perfumed pockets
spread like locust fire
like coxcomb eyelashes
over deep beatitudes
of wringy-wrongy
matripatrifugalgryllus


or
simplects
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