Riddle Hymn and Riddle Herm, For the Middle Way is Closing...

Les pantalons sont à venir 

pour les plantes tandis 

que les perles sont drapage 

de la noirceur alors 

que le témoin des marguerites 

se déplace tout vers 

un groupe de statues 

à l'ombre d'une déesse 

de fusion si brillante afin 

feuillus si complètement 

couler leurs pieds invisibles 

pour le verre transparent 

le torse de chevalier qui fumée 

avec de l'or pourrait 

dire son propre nom comme 

un paria de la valeur du harnais 

qui les clients adorent 

plus que les assiettes 

qu'ils détiennent 

et qui les détiennent 

respectivement. Il ya des bougies 

rouges diriger toute conscience 

de la célébration.

BABYLON!

BABYLON!

in Qumran we touch our cactus tusk selves in abandom

make way for the goddes(s) of hey

for the(y) come

from a snake-like PAN-KING..

the adobe' muskrat caterpillar is swiftly chewing

as it peers over the tickertape of usury

which is the grapevine

of our finest ages.

A drunkenness of things

is easily translated into every language

and yet still so

poorly understood.

The troll sings to the okra,

and the okra wages dodge

upon the yelling

care all night

knot's victim

chapter one

RANSOM

pun

as Kthontic

sacrifarce

bleak but positive

even smelling gasoline on the air

romances poison

its nile

of black rubber mummies

in memory's mommy sleep-pons

the red slide-rule

is wrapped in velvet

the pillars are shorn before the temple of the eye

and the great black cricket of petroleum

is NERO the blue

rendered in ambiguous

obsidian fiddles.

NO SIGNs is ESSO

This is my next painting.

In all innocence I captured its phrase

from the great river, along with all the old heads of gods,

their phone-numbers,

their silent paveries,

and trilent savories.

tell a faun to whisper.

to a faun to know.

tell a faun to prosper.

tell a faun to grow.

Imagine one massive red column,

Diogenes wearing the Marsyasian skin

of Oedipus, and Socrates' head

as a monstrous ocarina

of gold

filled with snakes

which vomit coins of frozen blood.

or flat saucer uniting blanknesses.

There is a little beauty,

and much beauty, Rodino,

your Pea-pong turns away in vinyl boredoms:

place 

place

place place

place

CYNAR

CYNAR

PSYNARR

PSYNARR

thigh boots

thigh

the Banderole of the David:

IOOOOOOOOOI

There is a chicken dancing atop the bulbous topiary,

and instead of a head

there is a little flagpole

and a flag

a black flag

blazoned

with a white sun.

Every image

is  a cape,

and every cape

a caper.

The eye of mind will witness

a checkered cleaving

near the pillar 

of leaving.

Its stain is lean

and hungry.

Be still my weary MOLERUNGAN

for my homunculus has become woolied..

In the seventh month of 1986

a snake moved out into the clearing,

and there it bared its white vulva

to the eternal forking

of the dreaming skies.

Who has called for red candle, here?