swarming over a noise pome

(the jester mantis bots begin their chanting)

what a life
eels the platitude
its elastic crown
congratulating the crane-wheeled
dancing plazas
speckled like do right
across the lathe-turned brow

dbating noise poetry
feels like doing the right thing
fat soldier
fat soldier
come out from your waddle of plesiosaurs
to join this caesar's lame bait

what an eel
cried the spindly table before the crowd
congratulating its elastic crown
dancing plazas bloody
with furious boogie
and a large fleshy yellow hose

what is news
is that which
eels the platitude
what is life
you protoctistan microphone
you star elephant
under heavy gasses
discussing the emergent poetry
of evolution's spade
or space
in spain
to span the causal gorge
and gouge with your gauge
the bull-fighting minotaur
svelte before the husky
hoof pounding and snorting
goddess with 18 side-pipes
gushing wine
war-men
and song

this could be a sandwich
you met in Bogota
where you wandered shoeless
with a herd of muleskinners
hawking roughshod limes

each wrapped up daintily
with a bright pink string
each fog
the central aria
on a star-shaped section of sod
cut before an all blinding eye

the noise poem's eye
of new wood
and first water