Ode to a Whistly Gloss

And brink the bauks
immense parties bear
opinion

but all bare parity rivals
figurante

lettuce
old as smiling

and water buffalo
sold to Cao Dai soldier
in the shade
of goat leaf

are loaded
with hollow log
silent
the monk worm
works a carkful mind
riding blind
the exalted spaces

and on the window
of Renou's dispensary
Spanish Flies
would form a tensegrity
of lines
but no is looking
towards them

not-self all alien
familiar
carnifice
the mud path
pounded to a whistly gloss
like leather
bare feet would be
meta-cassoon
if any would be

thinkling
deepy

lacunaria