Wednesday, April 28, 2010
The External World of Chance Is Structured Like an Unconscious
The privy stain of a great bread
with bones, a pumpernickel Conestoga
comm-andante guards my attention,
arrabiata. Press your pelvis down
into this tingly mint gelatin,
it's all on camera, your cock
can schlupp in and out of a
rubber cherub's stomach fish
ATM,
a lighter for the dangerous pipe,
the pipe that moves towards
darker waters, a submarine pipe
from a dark land.
I draw fanatical satyrs, or classical
vermin in sharpie, now just appearing
in the dappled impressionist wood
just fondled by liquitex
http://www.liquitex.com/
Techne has provided me with
a smooth ovoid room
with a desk plateau
which unfolds from the side
things hover
on jets
of champaigne
Its all one untold
single brilliance
whose cornerstone
is the collective
logic of anyness
like milking a dog's teat
for umbrella butterfly supervisors
when camera of yore
conjoins crystal rumpus
city houses
harpoon
snapping turtle
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