Saturday, April 11, 2015

doongerwadi



giorgio joyce was in trouble
his wife helen had gone mad
and was rushing around paris
with two blue persian kittens
which she took everywhere
in order to attract attention

she was having an affair
with a house painter in the country
and also tried to seduce
every man she metier

a vase is a cold laminar orifice
made warm by haptic dancers
which fondle its throat
as their least intention
some things have a body
which invites translation

lucia rides the bullier ball
pasiphafasiphaë
she dances round
the inner perimeter
of the cheel ghar
brocades of mosaic vultures
foam from astrodontic opals

the roofless cars whiz by
in films the lacey greens
lie limp on the band and bedstand
giorgio joyce was in trouble
his wife helen had gone mad