Let me see your coat of picture jasper, yes I'm sure, Can you manage?

Every single day, new methods are being developed

for how to halt, go left, or go right!

If it arises unbidden, and with the burning ember of its memory procede to,

what catequalsbirds'seatssum, the obliquity of its adjacent signs "as to perform" some subjunctive act upon the lobe, or globe, see then, of the dove will's Sumerian

summer love.

"Special Branch"

Now listing the cat (set) unsequel love oqual bird undone (unbidden_

"UNWALSTON FW1"

'what do you need?'

wadey workin'

don't be damage something burning in the teacher's equa;l

listen to her struggling

'cross'

'TO ENTERTAIN'

its plot a critique of entertainment

'entertaining' notions

ghosts

sticking up for bribery

as a way of positively reflecting on the object

or point of catequalsbirdseatsum

look!

cat equals bird

ca Teak Walls

burned

there is a sandwich in the mirror

cat = bird

and between the twin forms

moltitrudes

of whisper white parallels

subcumference allo awlto

she drinks wine from its flute

the note spinng 'leaking' out of hand

curd and batwind

daimon wills a post-oracular objecthood in language

for chance wind

chance role

see it

the entangling nest

is born to a layer

The bastard has no proper face as such,

but an outlying form as gesture to its moment force

as will persuedoing

"hade no problem"

my mother.

I had no plan

but a will to collect

or recollect

the alternating compounding

interest

disinterested

if only

what it needed to be

it was

teak walls opening

gate of birds

birds flying from flute ended

burning

Jane, you ignorant slut.

Will it suprematism

today?

I think every hair wills a statute.

in rare rhymes.

bel sono.

bel seno.

We are their slaves.

Their masters.

Their lovers.

vide sopra.

vita serpera.

When your head is a building,

your mind is a star

nest roost

cat burglar

blue blue

equal equal

sweetie sweetie

CONLURCHO!

Let's meet at Jerry wife, she died in Topanga

of etiquette.

You know what I think?

It's McQueen's life in Topanga.

"Shut her up!"

You will be Baha, and

among the laughing grow

more lava

in its hollow

shield

(music)

Mr. Crowley wants to make more Senior Citizens.

Now COME ON!

don't move till I call.

Whale (Calder)

incidental

schitzopodal

NYME!

(gunfire sirens guitars)

She pulls out her radiating Cat = Bird!

"We've lost her.."

He was a stupid git.

Lawn dimensions to follow.

It's alright skippy, He's under arrest.

Nervous.

IF

they try to damage our 

WITH RESPECT

no question there

QUESTION?

now please.

I'm quite capable of leading this investigation.

I want all space to repurpose

this hevy sestigation.

Hello.

Humanoind gland puppet

reservoir.

You'll have to swallow one of our moods,

Secretary of the Super-Secretary.

Monad has accepted ur challenj.
BEGIN!

Edgar Alien Baudelaire III

I am unwilling to concede any closure to language, nor to events, the infinite series is an evanescent real, whose tragedies may end in joy, and joys in tragedy, ie The Cautionary Tail still wags the shaggy dog.. But let your literalism be in the service of the perceived good, for some nectar does remain nectar, even if some nectar is destined to found dynastic empires of poison..

if i were not a watery gazelle
i would certainly be joan of arc 
ruling hell.. 

Bruce Dern is William Wordsworth Period.

rajoittaa ĝermote
sapnuoti reversioners
intrinsecam wirer
kanelina wheyfaces

The Pining of Roze Le Noir

chirality bindu
far from hey quarl
delirium

irrillium
rillyrium
drearium

mudra

what suchness
would oaken
the rudder of dodona's etymn

what limned round the bouth
bough tfurther hut
mawsk

how did buffalo enter cave?
how did white buffalo
lantern snow?

growing kissed the gnarled
citizens found among peripheries

mummy stoned
and mummy danced

sun bent
through aching waters

raw search poem

initiated by Allen Ginsberg's line 'Universe is Person' which I collapsed into Puniverse which became the Google search form 'hindi + poon + pune + pyune'

... As hungrie as he Many a thousand more,
That long full sore For Indian golde. ......
Hitiku (nyrv pramjea. what are f« the mne-' I>
«t IDU Imiin ttii! ruin of your pune. ...... Tor
non payeiig tbe raM, Anj^ at Dm Lady daye is Lent:
Tbm die poon man ..... and myne; That hath llie
world MH- Yea, thougha the worlds ou tided. pyune, ...

... C3 panteeze Pantel pantelhos pantelis pantene
Pantene Poon-tang pantene ...... cake plastic
indian Plastic Jesus plastic kats Plastic Knife
Serial Killer plastic ...... pundubby pundustry
Pundy pune pune tang pune-tune Punebulge
punebutt ...... pytlik Pytomougia Pytqon
pytus pyub pyuk pyunani Pyune pyung
Pyungwon ...

Allen Ginsberg is become Poon-walla Mallarme'
(In Christmas) as iron letter chimes
hanging over crystal void

green sloth octopi eye
gazing steadily
to the drumbeat black hole
galactic bow-tie center

galaxy is 'some dude' / 'some chick'
galaxy is 'that thang'

bum in an overcoat
with a clever Van Dyke beard
which upon closer inspection
is the snake goddess mustache
with arms uplifted
ala Dali (in a red Shriner's thimble)

Beat Wednesdays
at the Grass Sandal Lounge

DUX ET ARBOR REX

in an empty field in any country

there you will find my name

beside the breathing air

inside the winding stone

where the inverted green pyramid descends into the crotch of the collar bone, and having spied the erisian lantern of its mandarin network, Wu Wei challenged the chop-stick-legged-cellphone:

At the center of the golden eye, there is a pair of golden pliers. My only message hangs beneath a crown like a woven golden thimble basket. Even my long-hair-skull is but the dream of a screen

composed of a grid of golden taels which whir like fan blades in the hall of the eternal ministry.

silver buzzard epaulets

and earless rabbit head;

the torso proffers its spinning pyramid of light

and snail silk woven entrail

a stinger for a stylus

(stage hook echo high camp nimbus brawling)

one of its favorite days,

the array,

the artificial encompensieve,

now direct your curse

to complicated balconies

removed from narrative.

You really want me to eat clown flesh?

In the great cathedral of clown flesh,

I will seek you

within the hurricane

of red rubber noses,

nouses, and let each of our blessings

wear a tiny crown.

Living infinitesselmalitrees are erected AS

glory.

The smaller and more insignificant I become,

the more unconquerable.

ELECTRIC SNAKE FANG LIVES FOREVER!

(with red felt shoulder pyramids)

The uninitiated have often accused me of fostering meaninglessness, but the exact opposite is true.

The Law of the Conservation of Energy (or Matter)

is also the The Law of the Conservation of Meaning

(anti-concept): BURGEON BURGEON oh yellow moon of copula

within the landscape of fitness, there are no EQUALS SIGNS,

only equal signs.

For many years and yeats has my tusk travelled, in sea and forest green,

and in the rondure of absolute night, I forge my soliloquy, my path, which like a crooked pipe

pulls fog from invisible bowl-suns of dust and amorous wreckage.

a cobra cannot weave me further,

but the antinomian father gifts the pattern

with a shimmering of shadows.

Behind the curtain is a cave

of great age, a severed leg

pretending its language may join

the body of theater.

not always against the
breath but to
the eye in

ther
thetoin
the dice connected
by a microscopic
and elastic chain

hercules
opts on
consigned protein

Even in the heart of Modernism,

the green myth swelled, until its goiter,

like an undying pearl, raised its form

above the cognate of utility,

and recognized abstract unity

as the foundation

of a mad caprice

no one called nature.

No one called.

If the world is deformation, it is nonetheless an egg

which remembers a point before all sphericity..

There are no clues to open the way.

The way is open.

The way is closed.

The way is.

I cannot say what "I" means,

and you cannot say, nonetheless,

"I" means it.

The snake's path enters at its own left, and righteousness suffers this glance

until the end of time, when every student becomes her own banderole...

In poetry there is war,

and in war, poetry.

neither is wholly good, or evil,

and so these inextricable abilities combine

into a black circle of becoming

what:

what wave?

what field?

what cone?

what sentence?

whatcease?

Normally I leave you clues, but imagine a foundation so rich, that every eye finds an absolutely new and unique vocabulary.

Not boundary, but bishopric.

Not eye, but gate,

whose century

gloats over drunken

wanderings:

singsong

pingpong

glassbrick

ham.

Why did Kafka feel the need to disguise syntaxis, to poeticize it, politicize it?

Is that what he did?

Or did you, when you gifted this

with resurrection

in reading,

an arrow stuck fast

within your buttock.

You either like David Bowie,

or you smoke, and both options

imply 

that you have funded coruscation

with coruscation.

All elaboration cuts

obliquely.

as oleander.

As you approached the black moon,

you reached back for my hand,

but found only a satchel

bursting with balustrades.

This poem is a telephone.

And this one is the mirror

of absolute religion.

Why must you doubt me?

I have shown you that I know

that you know

that knowing

must question why

and never know

the doubt

my picture sings?

he sings to the final 

Écorché

whose bliss is just beginning

Ponscious Pilot

green fluted

in the dawn

of branching

dusks

Standards of the Aegis

Révergétisme’ of the field
in question of the head;
to which it replied,
'it began as a head
to which a body was
appended later,'
in question of the
field whose complexity,
if never fierce for, standards
could waver fiercely
if standing, what, in what,
was the question that
unfolded in the dream
of good, in the revelation
of the field, which fed its
further afield foundling
never forfeit as assumed,
but reveling in that 'sense'
that revealing might become
a raveling or unraveling (the raven),
a being of dream, (?)eincorporated(?),
both as warp and woof, pneumfoo'd,
or golden prawn or diadem, kakoi
in quest ionseed fault for eusystemic
gemnousium [...] in question
of the stratopedarque (think)---

[a dark tower there, between
Eion and Amphipolis]

---think of stratopedarque,
and seem its light, its husk,
its dream of good, boar tusks,
and snake hair {~~~}

floak warl

lightly wading through the endless falling
leaves our journey's rapt imagination
of the tree ensorcelled by seasons, little
by little, and by a nap fastened to a glittering,
improbably whimsical chain, found ourselves
in love, and sharing a pot of yerba mate'

onyx adze
grey whey
green eye hissing astro peri-dote
the species not our seperates'
serpent

at Lambarene, to an enormous rock, a granite boulder, lying in the bed of the river

party to the iconicity of a non- answer
°, fuzzy ( Bank " issues " signs of Qi ,
which is the noise , the hunters out
of the referents

cv.h Plutarch enters
some kind of signifier , although
both of the others ( one of which is part
of the motivation of the conceits in order

issues do not complain to the scene
of some of the features of the desktop .

we could put them in the use of the general
objectives of the creative side of the line
of the poem in discovering a simple semiotiska .

Brennenstuhl shall be null
to the principles of the screen