Hygge Boson Seasons

the Hygge boson kalends faun

in these hog silenous dawns

hoarmulu

and rainticlere

in witchery shall I glide

and my poems shall be 

ruins of keys

through which a window 

steps brightly

and dull

into meet

goodgum googdum mugdumg gurgmud gorgpung

orgopundi moogookundi

gorgopondit eye

there is a strong police state presence in this one

clothed only in mists we knew the normandy nights

and our campfire saw pyramids of shoes

and there was ormulu and ardor

and the swedish words

fjor snakes

first desire led

and then abstention

but i was in another dimension

i was surfing the flaming orange brain

of Heraclitus in Hell
and all my straitjackets
were of the finest linen

He has all he needs.

He has completed the formal diagram.

He is a Unit 7.

Recall the village trolls.

That donkey has a mustache, no?

Darling, I'm too rapt to see anything but colors..

beginning or ending

the high-looking place

can take you on further

a poetics of balconies

It looks like we was

may he was

saw he wa maze he wa

he ma ma wa wa saw 

maze he

who see

i see a donkey with a mustache

it would be nice if you could come up with some kind of rhythm story

purpose or arc

I know I will find the idol's palm gem.

I dreamed it.

some soul

some camphor

and in the ectoplasmic daylight

discoveries

tome seas

the snap clickety pop puzzle tickling clock cloister'd

rule'

smoke and savory

ideal rubbing rubric

she hurt for wallaby

together they invented

the weaving bike

which piled up cloth

in a basket as you rode

but the dark immobile brothers

destroyed it

with their desire for

chickens

What do U get when you cross

a Harp with a Chicken Mustache?

Hans Arp playing a juice harp

riding a fat juicy chicken mustache?

Munsalvaesce?

Is that what you'er saying?

My noise feet can only dangle

so far down into the well of your ears.

your years have puckered the sweet spot

and made of its navel

a run to the sun

in hose.

I guess you want me to wear a glass tie

and weary the chimney with progress..

I'm looking right at you, and all you can do

is tell me what to do?

Mustache escalator balllooons!

giant balloon castles topping the moutains

CONNECTING THE MOUNTAINS

glass escalators reaching them

go up

in a chair coccoon balcony

the whole earth is a vision place

that has gone deaf

I can forgive you for my loneliness

but never myself

I have a light mustache of eyes

along my balconies tonight

Just a hint.

He's been caught with his ectoplasmic antenna extended.

We describe the world in loosely interacting pixel grids of possible faortrontos

for if you diagonal up the stick-arm

its southern cross cusp

would face re-entry

into heavy chicken hair

wan lone feather of consciousness

aboard the train

as I scooped ever deeper into my bag of tricks

all i could find was half-melted knic knacs

made of soap mixed with watch parts

i would later come to sell them as 'Wrist Statues'

to have enough to buy a winter coat

from a mule with a mustache.

Here we go again.

The Gorgon is Kali you!

The long days by the sea had cleared my head,

and now it was empty.

As I sat there in nude contempt of everything dressed in absolute love of everything, I began to see a vision of a waterfall of grapvines cascading from two twin vertical chimneys

where birds frolic'd among the vines

so I wrote down a sentence of some portent.

which worked upon me

like a steel owl

I left my fang helmet all alone

on her balcony.

There's only one way to say this.

zaibatsus are growing

and Einstein

wears a mustache.