Tuesday, January 24, 2017

said suddenly sad (tripod)



mine tripod is eye queues
eolotthowghrhoighuay
and ghoti

caress my weak tripod
tripod
to reap the empowered foot
my dear wry prey

we woo the tripod
tripod
and caress the weak
and stuttering menu

of a foot
that's washed with tears
and terebinth

for atrugetoio

squeeze the rag
and queue the eyes
and quiet the deep
meta-meteor

wozozowo
the sentence of history is a word
spelling endorgenesis

or a hollow terracotta torso
where snakes
lift dora puro
from the chasms of the arm-holes


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