A Great And Pale Key Passes Into The Metronome

fore haptic paths emverge withon the arc/hive

irronics display

when you cross this wooden planking you become involved

in a fractional wing of the equotion

the ruin itself

is a picture of syntaxis

syntaxis become umwelt

archive become plato's crave

and green hyphen, and green high fen

and a grinning ladder

shall emerge form

the pit of omen's

stomach

walk the hyphen of noise

o ye green pyrites!

o ye spanish dancers

called to become fountains

of verdant and insurmovable pleatings

the hips of the baroque

give onto minimal vis a vix

say our canon's lightvalve

wax a chain or chin to sun

then obelisk

ptah for a cube's

displaced shadow

and as chaos enters the room

the high hidden dehyfenestratios

emit their couraged ant-lures

train the antennae to frame

tame the looking loop

my goggles hide as plates

upon a high shelf

Deleuze your cold supper

Jupiter your bald mother

and the yapping crumbs are cowed

a black lion chases the halo

from the loin

a sestina

like a hotel

on chary lane:

 I'm very chary about using contemporary figures — movie stars, etc. — in a poem, and I have a rhymer

Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse. People have picked up the

"symptomatic" and the "donative"

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a druid's bowler goes this way

the sun barqued

in a crescentic moon

and I lean down to you

or leer up

there is an impossible division

all at once

and none

I lleer down

or lure purely

this bronze hyperparsitipple

sustem or tain

TOCUBA

or pons hole gap

the black goat's head enshrined

as the stone

atop the column

and the horns replaced

by myriad swords

the crown of wounds

is the topos

and the topos toured

or stored

as foam

Zeus or Grace

as interface

to enter fuzz

in 15 seconds

pick up this spiderweb

with your crooked stylus

and weaved its accursed beauty

into peace

as a centaur

samurai

and bed

i looked for a sign

a syringe of milk

and a dancing

coelenterate

Felix Anger

and Kenneth Unger 

This is what you get in dreams

Duchamp and Mondrian

make a bed together

with somebody else's mind

Apollinaire

tasting the witches

rarrot

we is

our is

us sys

human is the carrot

and perversity the rabbit

but nothing extends from it

but a wan and useless

marking

even the holy reads as meretricious

to the woodlands

but the mongoose

vomits

i still wait for you

inside the broken decoy

hand on the weirded sill

as gesture of closing

of opening

their differences

indifferent

changing history

looks different to the dreamer

as well as too history

and hissed reed horse the head

and the head is always

horsing

pegasus times marx

lurks derivatives

of beefcake electro belts

fitness' will

a tugboat

to the hart

There is nothing common.

Lao Tzu said to Heraclitus:

These green spats

cough change

shine pi

and coo

acupunctum accounts

a hyphen can be this big

but a ghost can be any size

a picture connects itself

where it can

detachment remains

i will link here

in this baccalaureate thread

in the still avalanche

where a waterfall once ran

deers inside deers

writing is one philosophy

and shopping another

and both have their critics

and pole vaults

I remember you from Vienna, George.

You were my eye on

the victory of vision.

A STAR ON MY FOREHEAD!

and a desert in my shoe..

ride on pegasus

my necessity ends here

and begins anew

(ant-lure)

(crutch)

(diamond)

I inject my chin

just here

with the air syringe

and then I speak Chinese

stars set

and mustaches

lactate

(milk-harp-moon-harpy-caduceus)

a centaur in bowler will meet you

between a barrel

and a buggy

do knot look past

but reming

the flipped out coinage

of chary lane

a window

is like a rabbit

or a rarrot

a parrot

Böyük və solğun

on the view

(we are the rest-rant-tours of the shard!)

'N Groot en bleek Sleutel

and antlers mark your 

i browse

your self

your fire-haired singing

across the infinite void

a photon

is a missing

pretty

and ancient moon

(glitza mendateen)

This is what happens

when you jump

form the windoe

the fox is bald

in libya

(book wide sahara)

A Great And Pale Key Passes Into The Metronome

and the phallacy of 'never seen again'

is 'never seen again'

it's kunstant..

i feel a mutilating gesture

come over me

but then feeling is itself

a panty-horse

for forelong

legs

veliki prelazi

come back later

i'm about to ingest my own moultings

my own метронома

is lost at sea

(a grand and pallid claw-clau-chao passes dins(

a diamond

flanked by four pearls
 moagi ngadto

enters the parthenon

under the careful observation

of the hyphenated

submarine

pan always wears

an aqua purse

(spy-craft 101)

time is relative

and violence

universal, or is is (it) all

gloire

(cheap pricks in a simple unthinking fabricity)

a grote and bleke overgaat

Yesterday I thought these tunnels reached all the way to Ireland, and now this porcupine dachsund willing me with its insistent throbbing pink halo, and flowing grain through my ankles, so the soda barks, so the apple grimace, Mercury turned inside out and laid down, anvil fakirs rail gunned on a thumb pine (satub)...

The omen wasn't an omen about an omen

and there is no 

middle east, or middle west,

there is a single sphere

and the continents move around on it

very slowly

and sink and rise some

ROME

Ipinapasa 

I'm not sure I follow you..

I'm not sure you should..

For my own great glory will never be yours,

and no great glory exists, really,

but the one and single great glory,

which is always different,

like a tie,

the hangman's nous,

the hyphen

(don't go there)

 નિસ્તેજ

Ginger Guattari turned me onto Gutai

years ago, I wish he

wooden.

(charing cross pensula)

 kafa Cikin 

The last image of Hermes

before the raging gender

of the sea

 Ntsiab

 Ntsiab

berst í berst í

red tape often

has its uses

and nothing (none)

are useless

my eyes are steel buttons

on a vast sheet of white goys

(mum's the word)

and mumming the principle

but the interest I guess

is some other thing

A Ukwu Ndien icha mmirimmiri 

 as chai and chao are to vow and vye

 a paradox writ as pyrrhic continuance

 is like saying 'a Nietzschean Kabbalah'

 tzimtzum itself as a PC

 'a storm from paradise' is a wonderful kenning for complexity