implictures' emenince eschewing polemblical anti-polemischism for butterwords

but 

not

especially 

thin.

And comma al floam

And comma al floam

End comma End comma come

for sphere cochlea intuits

Susiana Elamtu

having come to the omphalos

between 3 alien letters

ladders

lanterns

all three at once

If I were not 

Omphalopagus

I would wish to be

the  Khizi Rayon

a young dizzy g

mountainous

in piney woods

smelling campfires

in strange terracotta braziers

like giant's heads

strung from up high

in the tree tops

if you look closely

you can see me along with others

in my caftan on the grassy knoll

i made a picture out of temporary tragedy

bud banjo maud

bud banjo maud jaguar

bud coffin

coffee buzz

'funny'

sometimes
as when rhetorikos is pounded flat
and sprinkled
with aleppo
THERKAM

it hints of a more
sperling
rounded place
gorgon balloons on hyle
the sky called HYE
or if slowly
hyle-i hyle-put the-hyle hyel-word-heel
oft to the foot
for blinking:
Do you remember the double-headed eagle?
HERALDIC DEFORMITY!
there now,
I've said it.
Was that so awful?

these hypaethral boatmen;
are they letters, words, images, phrases, or people?
are they ideas, or places?
these hypaethral boatmen;
are they women, cattle, or geese?
are they songs, buildings, or feet?

a classical foot
rendered hollow
and aluminum
might make a boat
for Ambroise Vollard
EDITEUR

Is the act of reading reincarnation, resurrection, or palingenesis?

I met 'im at the Psychosis

cafe'

in Bremen.. 

and there he produced his head

and began to sing:

far far to cephalo

for cephala glowsna morde

and

far far to chephalow

their ankles bright with hordes

and to Kephalo, amen:

Brethren, wild in hart

and snorting, and all along the watchtower

in paisley purple clover minions

scarves

etc

don't touch your cat

with an umbrella

Ambroise

here, i just lost an important thought,

wouldn't you help me

tree pre sit

PANDORLA!

PANDORLA!

frost O

I like a crocodile

these clear glass castles

obey you

your body hard like a fist

as thought

but soft to hand

is there noise ends to daraprox

and sub-prime numbers?

gag me with a 

pune

the image stays in freefall

from electricity

for eighteen more centuries

and LO

a white baggage

takes the elephant

buy its hand

buy its hand

and beware

LEO MAXIMUS!

5 shedus

are wise promise

5 griffons

mistaken

"I can "barely" control this contraption."

"(caption)"

Didn't John Ashberries

compare a poem

to dark windows

along an empty street?

First I will destroy

the New Shamanism of Mesmer,

and then debunk Freud's Unconscious,

all the while

installing my nanobotanical emblems

along the timeline..

HAIL HYDRA!

give me more gummi, Roger,

GUMMI!

UNIVERSAL DIALECTIC

meets for tea:

mond your undershirts.

I typed in mend,

but the butterwords kept flowing all around me.

Now suddenly, my socks are flying like

flags (eye)

in the MAIN STREAM!

will you fly the 

flag of the hungry eye

as well

madame AMBROISE?

Debussy listened to the sea, but as an Agoraphobe

my poetry

is inspired

by the tapestry of fabric's everchanging pageantry..

I keep dreaming about paper-thin

insectoid kangaroos

drifting through the spaces between ribald

topiaries, a kind of twisted abstracted

swirly chess-bored

grille

of knowing..

Isn't this great.

You can hear a woodpecker for 6 miles

in a fog..

I say!

Just a little higher!

Yes! Yes!

Scratch there!

Ahhhh!

for a long time

I was invisible,

my wheeled chair like a pair of spectacles

gazing out upon a tiny bouqet

my earbushes

crashing wildly

my cellphome expanding

like a giant turquoise

jellybean phone

which no hand could hold..

They're garnishing my wages!

Literally!

I find bits of parsley, tarragon, sprinkles

of RUM WAGONS!

Carnecigems!

my egalitarian and well ordered success

has grown monolithic and bold.

the well policed avenuse

of my community brawl

could look no further.

My hungry eye

had sprounted an enormous

PLANT

of self-satisfactions.

Look hear, do you think I've said too much or too little?

What?

Robinson Cannibal!

Could I use a pack of smokes about now,

this idiot brain of mine

has rendered me a proletarians!

Charmed of the world, and especially

I am the thin baggage like bird.

Drunken in my slavery.

Would you please get this stripey human out of my room, and bring me your best

and slovenly, overtly thin baggage, you overtly thin baggage proletarian person.

Out of my bag, I feel so

virginal

and scottish

like a moist nude vagina

alone with a bagpipe sounding

KEATSANDSHELLYE!

In Tbilisi 

we've gotten used to

oddly abutted

windings, but our cobbles

still flow,

as erosion

purely

truely

is insurance

against any grandiosity

at home, my hobbies took a more

grandiose turn

When did Culture get so crowded?

I feel I should attend Culture,

but so did everyone else it seems..

hmmph.

It says here, you should attend a lowly status, and prepare a slovenly and thin baggage for a nonce balloon ham? Here sweetie. Get up.

I can mustard my own lens.

A portrait of a legless woman

lifting up her torso

tells the whole story about me.

I'm a proud and monolithic

EGALITARRIAN!

Why is semiotics a dirty word, instead of a call for careful calculation, a new fetishism of the calculand, one able to ignore its own lens, to test out sloppiness within the suspended set, and then to move on, inventing variables and placing them into the stream to birth their respective and indefatigable heads of state?

a snake's chin has pushed its forebrow down

rendering the malleable imp's face sinister

but delightful

a ghoul never leavened

can never posit the leaping

phunero.