ILLUSORY REPRESENTATIONS ON THE COMPATIBILITY AND MISCIBILITY OF ALL WITH ALL (poetry-lettrou)

to poetry lettrou

g'or vita al sassoon

is votching you

siegfried or roi

in emily

another day on the gnostic front:

Too quick my ear leaves conferred —

The bushy bells they were—

I could not find a Privacy toning stack

From Nature's sentinels —

(whose crown is a cup)

&In a Cave I presumed to hide

The Platonic Walls — which begun to tell —

Creation seemed a mighty safe Crack —

To make me visible —

(my slippers muting 

carrot-hands

and paper waffles)

It looks like somebody

has made a Rudolph Otto GI Joe:

Now is the nostril burnt

in holy discontinuum...

"surveillance rudder"

red ink that burns

with no smoke

Do you ever feel like

the poem is a dead end,

and the cul de sac

a perilous burgeoning

transcending specific mood

(with a restau-rantish door)

black flowers

gaze blindly

on her hands

their blankness

framed frankly

by the curvature

of 'shag'

O Chalice Knotley of Hilton
onyx pinky
of heavy sick

Play it once more if you would Esmeralda

but with a touch more Leibniz

under pale azure blurt-ka

(geel-goo crouches fur whip)

and carried by woven grass canoe

the blarney arrived safely

among the balearics

and with moonlit nudes

stretched

and found red handprints

at the bass

of its grace

supine

rhino!

wry note!

your eggs conceal

venetian blinds

leading granite nowhere

concrete

Henry Kitchener

was hear.

heat causes the strings to rise

whipping!

their tails to sky!

and they bare their rectums

to the ancillary plectrum,

golf changes

miminally

as the epochs

code a glow

but the bolt

gave greater impetus

and luminous wood

'i had forgotten to wipe'

that tremor-louched 

monument

here no fief

will fie your autoharp

and thief glue

your thin rubber boot

to murky languid cats

which harvest

our polluted 

starfish

sire, a ruse in all

the minutes of the first meeting

of the poem

and its typical former afterlaugh

with painting

(a soapy film)

why should i hide

a golden tonsil 

in my bodice

his name

was thin-lace-avarice

and now I too

will rule

by rays

but my skin 

will be cooler now

in black kelp

BLACK KELP!

on parturition feep

this dane misor thread less

blockages

no terain

of imbrications

full swell

they watch you

and are in turn

blind

to the jellied

transference

Venus!

Venus!

keep moving my tao-urine!

diamond matisse jester

spank poe!

spank poe!

but it was the newer

mechanical nimbus

which allowed the aqueous 

hermeneutic

to flow again

amid the

lowing 

land

(insect rabbit lenin fetish)

he's overcome by radiation..

only..

one..

microsecond..

for the 

radioactive sheep-flea-cocoon-yogi

to notchy

my rocket carrot..

aaaahahgghaeeeeeeeeee!

shabby amphoras!

i wish you'd just talk like a normal

shoe horn,

and break this tin-foil

spell.

perfumed pockets

spread like locust fire

like coxcomb eyelashes

over deep beatitudes

of wringy-wrongy

matripatrifugalgryllus

or

simplects

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