Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Gnewt Reel Eases (and storts the oft)




prang my baubles
kif my riddles
sky



like detergent in a theorbone
gluey all-phanned and dour with imperial bliss
the herculean blob of human gloss



one thin nameless tree or dandelion
spreading winds for galapagos
connected at the head



some galaxy collapsed into superdense sperm sphere
with its own ecosystem of trumpets
aces
jokers



green jesters tidying up with special black stone scythes
their foolsboats of foolscaps in a sea of eyes
what is necessary mean does know?



doe's eyes
sun as whisper
thin optic whisper



the fullest subtle
intro physics
ideology zoom in
the vestigial arms of tyrannosaurs



money sun as whisper zoom in
the mouths of killer whales
a mask designed as a potent ancient weapon



spring-loaded jaws
coils of rope that thread through the sleeves of maille
some old german thinking about cannon balls



and then the whole meteorite of history
hung
a candelabra



the immense silence of holding its breath
and its explosion
into diamond salamanders carrying little jungles on their backs



the sad desert still subtle
brute bleak
but knowledge
nods


to the mask
that soft blue transparent petal riddle writtle writ for road
the engine rote atom rite



how many times it pause
to consume



time sit pause
confuse



heart divided by code
gott-coeur
and earth-art



bakelite obverse perverse descend
when light house snake among
the stromatolutes' come hither
weather vestibule



for experiments to render early protein
karl marx chuckling among the gypsies
that cloned the final program



once an inch worm mocked the
glacier enhanced panzer of formal care
foam is distant within
the great wall's circulating skin



golden mongol cocoon
to fall beneath the scowl pelf
of romance add any prefix
to mantic and beware



the grey sac of its tooth
grand tufa pipe organ cathedral
winking to its sidecar of incandescent coral



and edge the nose down
onto the shallow ice
for our game would keats a rooster tale



while the vast sled of its daze
careens into the starry tarpit
orchestra



voles creamy in their baby-like
chin hands
the fear of being now



worts a chewy rubber nipple