DEFILED! DEFILED! by The Stinking Gloves of Grasse

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The Unspeakable Flames of the Semiotic Tyrant Roamed the Heights of Remus

Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, 
et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.* 


and Petronius, now dead in Cumae,
but the Sibylline Books not yet charred,
still, the symbol, still the leaves, but the gust
setting forth its fiction by mixing, that he was
the Arbiter tumultum of the head of Trimalchio,
whose eyes, Seneca and Lucan, were grey
as the swollen bellies of ticks, and glowed
amidst the ruborous ambago, and rumourous
bile, the whole leaf, as if its chyle, Catachthonion,
some leaning tower misheard, a voice from a jar,
a cellphone, numbers panicked flat

*"For I indeed once saw with my own eyes the Sibyl at Cumae hanging in her jar, and when the boys asked her, 'Sibyl, what do you want?' she answered 'I want to die'."

my old rat courage for next saturday

blocks of geometry and trigonometry
i'll give you a problem the ship is
made of boston cotton carrying 200
tons of tattooed arms to tax

in havre the main pillar is broken
and there is no foam for the forecastle
numbers twelve passengers and their air
moves northeast and easterly

and a brand new bell blows
for 3 hours in the afternoon
and one must ask the captain to
what but what must the question
here see zustand virtu

the clouds bowe over the lake-lens

obvious

the first force seeks

the lamellating crow,

and where the formal hide is vain,

a white line transgresses

the storied otto

to punitive leer,

let the teeming echo

be drawn

to the wounded hand,

the smooth wooden duck

bobbing in colloidal seas

of wine

and crystal,

'cloud-veiled'

grows the table

obvious

the oval mirrored knight

become a kinder klinking

ici

ici là

ici là-bas

ici là-haut

direct the blok any how

you'd shoes

for the tree grows face down

and the boots

are ever-flowering

grim total

laughter 

joy

the drift wood wind

the daisy halter falter

and lamp laurel lace

a handle

come closer to the word

its pale jade fang

like a transparent chair

will hush wide crescents

and doubtless 

the radiation more supple than mind

will meld

the furred amoeba-boar bear

with silver reindeer antler-helmet

never let my cry

go forth in vein

force finding

furrow

along its built

cadaver thread

the wedding's summer

the summer's bole

the path's tender doubling up

and helium

grown so sodden

in white pants

the stranger's breath

fell and crumbled to the deck

hong kong

surrounded by plants

#thewhiteforest

or exploding bouqet of furniture..

when force feeds the box

compose

yourself seem sentenced

to the thread

now at constellation head

out clear gannet

out lyrical scanners

imagine their war

like throbbing veins

in trembling stones

lovely are the footstep

for plankards

your moment,

his,

mine,

the gift foal

shifts for the dappled courage alight

no pilot

its concrete wills

blaspheme

for daylight

into coming 

cry

force fills gestures

obvious now

the open hand

whose flutter

a vampire

a vampire bird

avert your eyes

from the gorgon stutter

(flutter or flowering force)

and so

I charge on you hoarse

with the lamellating crow

the sweet fleece

of its pitch high gel

in tow

where the neck goof

flanges

an overly soft hyphen

give bellmer his due

give zabriskie

give unica

seek for force in the flowered V

bricks of white flowers

stones

of opium zombies

the tide is right

and strange

and all growth more

correct

(hat-thing-chance-change)

the crow's foot

like a blood-plow

is a tongue-lyre

and the longest yard

horts a pebble

to the dryest pose

give back your lame clear daisies

to my boiling gelatin rays

and i will meet you at the feat you

roiling bollocks old flame

the good taste

in poet

won't a light

for any photograph

unknown

(towards)

"itself"

sky-gravy comes from Pinocchio

wit is a hoard

with winter

thick white paste

its whipping coal

I've built no cloudy candles

in flowing black tents

obvious

i saw (was) the chog of heire

each thin button a computer

each bracing whisper a crown

and the greatest wish

our mule

where the meadow

meads

the town

its great and happy climax

a vortex

virtue

(obvious)

so occlude

a zoo in the still of the night

 (with Tatsumi Hijikata and Sada Abe) [en collage du brufalisme]

brutalist arcades, broneam1

Dear Fang

It was not that progressive punk had
moreover become some replicating expressionist
Flaktürmen of Tamms painted all over
with the machinery of Debuffet
but that Tam Lin could also be figured
as a lump of coal whose narrative life
given form by the Canterburyian Egg
should be heard as Assyrian demon heads
dredged up in the sound
NIMRUD
and that two synthetic diamond rods
originate at the origin of the eyebrows
and sing on to eternity
as complaynt

Dear Fang
are you never raw?
and is your whole
the product (coal)
of fair taboo
and fecund amnesia?

brutalist arcades, grone1

grod is fome
but he could not draw a hand
to the conclusus forged
to switchbacks

rhomboidal hunchback
rawm shawm of gorgon pipes
wart apartment
gog

early the quarry
where victorices cled
their slipper above the toll
now all afoot
its concrete mole

dawn seen thuggish
but uplifting swans
and apart from all
synthesis hurtling

brutalist arcades, pome1

marble tongue, severed, enlarged, Ozymandian

"Lie Heavy on him Earth for he,
Laid many a heavy load on thee."

cun-blok, ground zero,
where nought will stand this
no
the library of the black sphere which was built before
its Venetian gondolas guided by robotic skeletons
their illuminated yellow glass bones soothing in the dusk
the robotic lute geese which skipped like stones
into synthetic vortexes only to bob up thrumming
in lovely pink foam

a grey plastic card,
its history, for one, in serious,
the thread at all, if sacred in its lightness,
the aether gothic, rambling

and blood the ruby
of twisted vitrines
both living and dead
or moral
and lovely

conceptacle as to turn writ 'mad tryst' upon and withe

head of
struck sound." . . shield, shriek so sooth, was ; Who before heard. And : of the good of his ears the rising he the drunken, waited wine which the with this the silver mighty but fell with and door, was who, in gave up in hollow-sounding wood Ethelred, pulling now, terrible ringing and proceeds tore all champion Ethelred, breaking floor throughout the now uplifted his hung of a him, and with a the the of the mighty a dragon who was scaly which feet upon was upon full down at maliceful turn, of the hermit, fell before himself of it, with his and, the wall the carcass and the stead slayeth the amazed to floor, with to make which hands account of shall an obstinate doughty heart, fiery tongue, alarummed and where the force dragon, bethinking hermit, from out head of his gauntleted shield of hand; into the he so horrid and before to hold parley with no longer having sought of brazen therewith sturdily, ripped, and legend nature in guard wall; door the that no signal of fain to maliceful dragon, the for and of now entrance by dreadful great and tempest, uplifted . Ethelred noise enchantment Ethelred, who a feeling the castle to in sooth of gold, upon the withal, on piercing, that of the his had his pesty upon and ; of the up of the champion, which sate vain for the powerfulness enwritten— Who forest." But the of the upon his like whereof a conqueror room in and cracked, withal so of rain upon asunder, noise of reverberated over the shield was against the shoulders, hermit; mace outright, shining brass mace, and prodigious demeanor, the and And the dwelling from made quickly his and it, removed the way a sore of . coming, the terrible thereof, of silver but, in of the a palace perceive and fearing the dry having escaped there shield now approached valorously peaceable admission but, silver pavement was never the win; And was by close the plankings good and and with blows, a dragon, which tarried not his Ethelred had harsh, and for fury of entereth herein, he an the . . a hath bin a the the Trist, hero breath, entering within before him, enraged and