Filing Notes in Non Repeatable Animals

dESIRE IS A many splendor'd thing,

a sniff, a carrot, an exclamation, or pyramid of goon

but approach it cautiously, noting the wind,

for the wind may sing into the coals

of a long-extinguished fire,

or snuff it out

entirely

these green walls meander

to the emerald hoofbeats

with their filling

of sweet and noisy

amber

their goo of bridges

and returns

their sticky hurricanes

of elastic urns

and who knows if every plant

or fairy tale rhyme

might reveal or conceal

the flow-chart

of a longed for destiny

even striated as it is

with doom and pearls

and aprons kissed by trembling braids

horror has never abhorred a vacuum

nor left its room misspent in youth

but for beauty

in its facile and supreme gleaming point

where harnesses grow

forever disappointing

truces

i will not ask you again

but make this single question last

for all eternity

but in silence

hidden

so do not leave your shoes at the door

but remove your clothes

and burden

and join me now

in the fundamental poem

of television

our soft stuffed sutra

which beggs in reapplication

clap sing!

clap sing!

In sweet sleep we near

rejoy! sting!

mastaheads covered in stamps

all letter'd

BLAH!!

I knew I passed this way,

for I had passed this same box

whose lide remained open,

though now it seemed

there was a fire

drifting cautious as a curlew

towards fine desire

(my footprint: you sign now within its tumbly shockthedral_)

Let it be, Harriet.

Let is be spaghetti

pouring from the mirrored collander

and down into the gargoyle's blowhole.

And I will fine you

One thin por que medallion..

beauty adores a vacuum

whose baskeyball

wakes

as a meadow lark

or lemon

or lemon grass

O my shoup stoon!

Perhaps Christmas

somehow became

if not unlike an abortion

somehow like one

but closer still it seemed

to that golden child of alchemy

riding out to sea

on a pale glass surfboard

of imagination's mercury

doubt

the retort of ages

doubt

the retort of ageless

if it weren't for good luck

I've have no good at all

something it spurted

lodged again in the yarn

but the women knew always

how to clean it

Camembert spread more thinly daily

camera camera

pangolin yeti ball

often a song will unlock its heart

or close the mouth forever

is it too much to ask

for prism keys

and illuminated canals

for them to glide in?

I said STOP PLAYING THAT DAMN FIDDLE

creation is an illness which I must not let spread

too bad he already learned to paint plein air

with violence

(our Amish bride of Austria)

there's a camel beneath my fingernail

wait no

It's a snail

King Mundus:

You don't computer me!

I computer you!

Thor Hyderdal

was married here

to a stone idol

home to a vengeful spirit.

Everyday the same thing.

When I look in the mirror, all I see

is the academy, the apocalypse,

or something.

Now old, she thought of English as a slipper,

a slipper which she wanted young men to wear.

Young men she liked to call

Senator Hello!

 

The Best song.

Hold it!

I think you've got a bad case of 

Alexander Diogenes Bell

at Sign Hope.

At the Cape of Good Hope

we restarted our telephone service.

Pack your Ermine!

and your EAR MINDS!

Once alone, I thought of nothing but

stardom; great and mighty gases

burning furiously through the ages.

And so here ends

(begins).

my keychain.

(aroma-ther-a-pi)