Monday, March 3, 2014

Hyphoon: A Stroke of Good Fortune




slofous
her grey breast birds distant



upon the crimson beach's 
embroidered pictoform sentences



the ringing rising from a splendid white glove
which covered some cactus fingers



reaching out from the painting
to touch



the herm-knife hedge plunged in the fome
which plummeted down toward the yellow



waxen globe with its little satellites
of hovering yellow glass books



the color is unimportant
but uselful for remembering



what who swings the sky
what who burns the seething wheels



in windows whick plummet down toward
the cage where the muse is thickened



its dense blue bulbous nose facing outward
to the rain which urns


its chess pieces grown together like a city
my buttocks upon your back like a breast sign bird song


slofous
a long thin sac reddening from an embarassment 


of niches
at one end a pistol 


at the other a calabash
and crumpled rugs built up into a bridge damm


the silver smith's silver shoes lined with green velvet
and the little stone inkpot they move around


with an indistinct mind
a cane made from an earhorn with a mirror mounted on one end


a pygmy albino kangaroo leaps up on a loaf of bread
the tiny head regarding a larger one


and vice versa
the eyes fade breathe, their masks fringed with lanterns


siamese corsicans
charm of david exploding


no tong large enough to lift the burning idol
from its safe and sucking socket


to wield its eye
often the holy dome must hover


where the meadow begins its lurching throe
and bounty mangled white as fish tailed faces thrummering 


lutish gelid flesh bulbs
the skin sectioned off for paragraphs


the thatch growing down and out
from the navel of this fog


its triangular light
in grain


make no hats to conceal its vivid skull-heart
hands tall to charcoal coming


the azure balloon armor which came for you
to steal your body


the two square black peas
which level the boat prow maiden's laughter


rocket fountain
blue ivory their eyes entwine


through islands of cloudless
pipe figures


flawsooth

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