
the foetus-piano-jawed
rhino-head-snake-gondola
is watching you board
another boat.
its thin wispy tear
is like a round wet
alhambra of effervescing
honeycombs
whose occupants
like lithop-buttocks
proffer each
a single fungal eye,
a lugubrious ageveorthan,
an ububboo piper clad in
red cubebs, a thinking
corn whose kernals all hold
a foetal gondola jawed
fungus piano ear,
a seer-like silence
borne of no being
a century, a centaury
as in the Latin and Greek
sense of the term
centaurus; 'of unsettled origin'
[..]
If I said it, I meant it, otherwise,
its sediment, or sentiment, what's impediment
whose feats
like imps
are imperious
until lexmasperated
the date of the reaper's
last cell
the day before
USTED.
For some reason I keep coming back to this poem. I am beginning to quite like it, and to have some sturdy visuals from it. Thanks.
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