Saturday, January 2, 2010
Oubari Gull
elegant relegate, like a cluster
of flying saucers you hide
the skinless remains
of the aztec flaying victim
marsyas of electric powders
whose mohawked trojan helmet ruin
reveals a chrome mercedes gullwing
with blood red leather interior
humming outside
the entrance
dark axe of wandsbek
with tophat and mask
you top that
and ask
hot met ichchha
ess mes semta ass
quorere
dim pipettes adhere
to the mouth whose blurring
entrancing notions go
to labor in the mine of shadows
what economies of sound
find yiurnocnaincn in meteorology
and what we find interesting
in constellating about
the lost arroyos
of the portmanteau
garamantian cartouche
its morm
larely
serekh
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ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this (and your other poems) very much! The rhythm and choice of words entrance me. Excellent blog.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jenny!
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