Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

on molecular paeans read epilimnion

fonnen leaf ahovering
for the bottom of its well
where no eye might convey

that if two crystal ears
set apart by a lightning bolt
should gap the trackless deserts
in a beat

would take wine from the mask
taken down off that hollow headed thing
and begin to sing of looking
urwalds how

a hollow faceless statue
might also be a klaxxon 

so take up
its heavy warm rat tail
and stroke it

be a ram and motorcycle

homocystinuria dissuada impel
ossidabile sui tematizzavo
lydas lydia lyceus lyceum
aurophilique perusserimus

cadendorum assessorati
matamataigeir acculturâmes
tune in tune of tune with

desencontro abstruct
for overgeschreven

epilogue: a gnotty sea you tone
epilogue: a naughty sound
epilogue: a knotty breaker bound
epilogue: you bone
epilogue: wish wye
epilogue: why fiche
epilogue: alpha letho
epilogue: when all is memory
epilogue: no forgetting is possible
epilogue: the standards
epilogue: are real

Monday, April 28, 2014

A Seance to the Vamoosed Sigh

the head of the cow 
is aflame with birds
as the wheel brothers
bathe its hair in sparks
inside the pearl

which must be the eye
of the bone
of the severed foot
made of cloud

heaven's high motion 
hell's low force
the riddle of all continuum

a container whose opening
is hidden

a rabbit ghost
which wears 
a collar of huge sewing needles
through which the mind is


Sunday, April 27, 2014

cheap styx stacks

we could not bear the ambiguous amorphous black ink table
when the mind began to strike it
Paul Killebrew must be fairly superior to notice 
the cold winter walks of Socrates
as they trace the tulips' edge
on their high ogre-petaled dawns

yellow boy
on a yellow divan
mandarin outlaw color
of opinion opine
in sensationalist summerings
face hot to the flames of silk newspapers
fanning the forward arc of 

quiet slippers
a taotie rests between your knees
no emblem as unsure
as cat's cradle when it folds

you leant to my eye
the deformed glass flow-chart which resurrects itself
whose avalanche inside
takes only hordes of Baudelaire clones down the mountainside
and into the maw of hell

our jaguar media vehicles swarming
on the mad pelt of semiocracy

pray the queen
you never see her thorned knuckles
her stick hands' vaunt
in child throated atrium

the magnetic and heavy larynx
of brass puzzle fish
clipping out your omen
along the tumorous hyphen line

runner beans

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Kainos and Disabled: Our Holocene as Gümüş Kol

the supremes of noise
are my chipmunks' faucet's

my babylove
ooo ooo ooo
the pirate had a metal mechanical arm
and was the slayer of muslims
and christians both

he was hunted down
by privateers
in the algerian desert
in 1649

there are chipmunks living 
in your henna beards 
the supremes of noise

Omar Qaddaffi
shaved squirrels cage

a url
by a baked adobe' wall
my ai rubber food tool

ooo ooo
my long stone stool
is following me
to pamper hammocks
is sleep happy surgery

this mechanical turk arm
has stayed alive all these years
plugged into the wall
playing supremes albums
for cheese
in a barrel of shaved henna squirrels

right away
i knew we would be friends
dean martin
descended from the windy ethiopian plains
and beside the tiny url ouija
and vests of cotton balls
the last pekingese on earth
chased out into the algerian desert
by metal arm girl child falconeers

under the reign of beethoven

the mentats drained something on my shoe

i came unmoored and began to drift
away from the colossal pantagruelian kennedy
my knitted was warm
the winter
like a juice harp nose hair plucking
bernie madoff with metal smoothie hands
spinning the supremes
in the algerian desert


is made from dead stuff
once wine was mixed with sea water
in wooden bowls
the music of the hagfish

saint john the leninist
religion ideology assasination insanity and art
all roled up
in one conversation
about conversation
into transformation
for metal arms

dreamin my life away
oooo ooo oo

you can't judge a book
by its frankenstein

poetry hides the trauma inside the vase
renders the vase lovely
immortal and invincible
and makes of us
ontological cartoons
fulfilling the prophecy
of gap-antics

i could've hired a heretic to do this
but then I'd cease to be
the supreme noise
of the universe

santa claus
with the shadow elves
surfing ouija urls

you've come a long way baby

but did you get that far?

the supreme noise wakes
its burden wafting up
like blankets of metal arms
bernie madoff's head
sewn onto the body of a little girl
an algerian pyrite
the game led off at once
a combination
of yard darts
and old fashioned bell candles
the gap's equality
is never parallel 
but always 

today i am a pirate
a sea horse
and the hose i toe
spews a thinking code
even my ink has a cunning bacteria
if you believe it 
john lenin religion ideology insanity assassination

i'll let you touch my metal arms
my woodwind bassoon arms
if you'll drop the cargo of genitals 
your great sea turtle carries
leonardo davinci
was full of sea genitals

if you've always had a problem
you'll never have one now
that being said
let's chase a pekingese

in flatbush?

and if you need money or food
just flex your metal digits
and pyrite squirrels
will come running from your pubic beards
to shave the ouija urls
down to their root address
where the farrago begins

royal college!

and gravity is the beard
i dance on
ooo oooo ooo
baby dove
my baddy blood
missed kissin ya
o all i do is screach and fight
and all i do is hiss the white

starbbblle bladdrer rain
this chisel is a bent index
a prison 
of its own

you will associate
with shakuhachi
and nocturnal indigo
on the plain

"?why have you taken my metal arms?"

with the heads
of pekingese
and the bodies
of ragusan