Monday, October 20, 2008

STUBBLED FORGERY

I rose and read
and rose and read
and in reading
have a reason
a reasonless storage
where potential yolks
up a shell:
]"DO ODD"[
it is call
camel man
twice camel
an inexplicable camel id
not nosferatu but
quasimodo's
second world
(then nod for est)
where the rows of bells
as filled with warming waters
are set up as pews
rack wood
fire groom
sweaty william take ticket
the altar
as an organ, boastful, banged on, and crooked
and useful (absolutely)
as supplanted by a grill
goats roasting
while the music bellows on
by pastness ear or cubbling bludgeon'd
or naked 'folk types'
acting profanely perfect
desperately crooning and plawmping
in their hot tub bells
devil's claw
in iron
the gentless ankletz
no towell for crawl down
and quasimodo
half shaded by the bodies
of white mehari
was not bred
No Hunchback
Is born a Quasimodo
And no Camel
Is born a Mehari
Skinny peddlers
and fat titty housemaids
could care less
in the deep and sonorous
warmth
There is a spy
about to be stabbed
by a drunken cobbler
a stiletto in the eye

The Goddamn Tapestry's On Fire!


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