I Would Never Say "Child Rapist" in Front of a Cup of Coffee.

The red idiot tick-like thing
which grazes in the night, spirals
and whorls throughout its skull
and rasp-plates:

alfabulin leschi
forza gondwana mota
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8th Century B.J. Sogo ...


"The first thing I picture
is the image of the happy,
perfectly, or imperfectly
human, mermaids and centaurs,
tritons, and mermen having
a frolic in the sea."

as connected to

"an image of contemporary news
as produced with mobile electronic
devices and web-access"

which gives birth "in coffee"

to the horror movie image
of a cartoon made of alien,
electricity-stimulated blood,
as in John Carpenter's

_The Thing_. "Before Jane"

If Primordia is Now, and Noellium,
These tender broken bread continents
are the screeches, the pitiable howls,
of amoebisaurs still connected
to the diorama they have ejected
from their flesh

I see felix in your flexure;
flesh so very cousion to
fetish, lit, fletish, fleterature,
flishure, leisure, flechette.

I have heard of these desperate beings
who enract an age, who react, who, enraged
wisth to confront.

flesh, fit confine.
bubble toad [v.] plane.

The way is blocked
between sinister, and signster.
The New American Poetry.
Man is in Pain.
Ten bright twitters
nailed to his forehead.

There is a single sign that needs to be seen,
before I return Eternally
to the land of Arnold Böcklin:

"Please Don't Stomp the Mermaids..."


[Scenes of Cedars upon the rolling, roiling hieroglyphs]

/My dump is come./ jugs
secreted within the crag...

uneven puncta aten