Thursday, February 19, 2015

Better Never to Have Been Modern


**

Well, Bob's your uncle then,


and by the look of things


a black column of granite


launches high into the Himalayas


and will arc perfectly to site


and take hole


passing deep into the ground


its inlaid bright iron calligraphy


being read by the magnets


that film the circumulouse*


brokaine&well (wot)


Bob's your brother then,


ivory grilles surround


the trembling gelatin roses


whose blooms are viral mites


mimicking a network


for their communication
gives not a world, but


a world of taking worlds"


brokaine&well


time paradox is no logic
knotting


mandala mahalo pussywillow pip


will a stone wheel
fit the cover the cave


and does the gelatin anubis'
wings feathered in rose petals


tuck neatly underneath
the polished noncings


let logic knot:
if noncing = worlding


then SONG caves RIVER
toward this brain blastula


ankhiway
mites lay still letters


brutal wall
brutal psyclopian wall


a black dog of roses
and fangs of thorns


will easily penetrate
the gelatin of the poem




but the lotus


and the poem




are all birth



in magnets




**Barry X. Ball (Envy, 2008)

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