THE WAYS OF LUXE (in spontaneous waxwool)

fomaal sands not indifferent to addition's drifting hour-glass repetition and where snakes replace the grains knots perform the hole of baal's poem no indolent idol the thread but a workaday burro threading the needle through a camel's eye hurricanoo foam all sands the command which brought their onward evermore as touching the meditation a vibration and the page replaced by levitation congratulation on stripping the hide of its hidden skense the chain mail of letters lends a hand chimney + chimney a pen of smoke leaf

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ovid, i saw you drifting

like a thin candle flame through the western garden

the tiny buckles on your shoes

lion weddings

twisted black spiritual starvation

jaunty as a plot with with wheels

playing checkers in the park over telephone

in a mandala

of axes

lookeremate lookere

the erf is the human's food, and the human is the erf's food

now settle down there see

and man is woman's food

and woman is man's food

and man is man's food

and woman is woman's food

and any hybrid of anything needs to eat too

and society is the food of criminals

and criminals is the food of society

NOW LET's GET SOMETHING TO EAT

it is omnisexuality innit?

i was thinking of devouring your dogma...

is your chair a lateral abstract

or an overt coloring?

some of the best years, darling,

have no occupants..

 Georges Seurat and Paul Signac

first developed their crypto-equid pegasussing

in the throes of downs

down is fluff

and racetrack

a high pitched wheel

will shatter glass

but the pictures

go write awn

talking

overhung with vines

or stripes

stoa

stoa

strewn with vibrating transparent 

pumpkins

the argument then is a painting

a weighted avarice in the service

or disservice of composition

form itself is composition

as is character

and character composes

hue

and hue is a narrative

of composure

out of durress

By Jove I'll have a randy bull

on that account

Sabine Stove Pipe Hats

Velvet Towering Pillow Buildings

next face

large heavy mask

taken by children

for secret ritual

Poner

continue

lazy faire

a burden

of consequence

all I could see was a sliver

but then the silver dionysos appeared

its drunken dawn

like a beast turning 

in the air

on waves like stairs

of luxe

and here in this cabinet

is my artist's shrine

to my jockey

this is Gil Flote'

and he's taken my pegasussing flurther

into the downs

than sad sax naxy navy gravy turning oats feel blue

a tide of ignorance

a tide of bliss

together they erectheion

do business

in hairy hats

ink pen!

laid there

upon the largest living egg

within the sanctity

of the ova-form naos kroft

someone

had left 

their binoculars

I'm standing up

but I don't feel anything

the calendar feels like a tub of warm mud

in which I am partially submerged

and strange strings

keep attaching to my face

walk on byyyy

oooh

walk con buy

in life

i was a silver gall

and my ear was turned to nature

and on the dunes where i drifted

sick musicians

with tongue tied feet

there is no music

in the ocean

but sick motion

lures us

moist beatoothfuel

hide

is anarchy

and alien

the letter

of prophecy

AOOV

VIEWER

and so i sat there like a gemstone

all the sheep had fallen

and the terrible shout

would sculpt on

heavy stone clover

clogging the beaches

yesterday i got dirty

but today i'll be clean all day long

and just have conversations

do you see it there

like a huge marble foot

standing in the sea

broken off

the broken part

being a balcony

a plaza garden (i expect)

and clones of we 

looking this way at us

being we

and not we

there are some sickness says

which render silence

the purest mother

of stoa

collecting fiddle-bridges

puns aloft

your sheet music ghost bedroom

dancers

wet lipstick principles to tea

their jam braided telephone newses

thank you.

I'll go and ask the mechanic.

though thinking about

that awful mourning tent

from old japan

i suddenly flowed

catfish reindeer i sampled dappled flat moons encroaching

my flaky mica toolset offal opal's

my crab pain flecked

with sticky metal faces

a pi of eyes

is a crow of luxembourg

an oyster

i the lotus

this form is repeated

until all the gold is gathers

smoochfux

this coal nippled carnation locomotive

a black seed hurtles

upon the light

music flows from within

as light from without

and darkness their

eternal medium

writ large

and being

to be replaced by ivory

its light as statuary

or cabinetry

the literature

who muses

'my fond bible is a moose'

my tongue is a moose

in a living room

no more birds will sing

but books will live 

in special cages

and people peer out from screens

history takes time

its main comfort

is the mirror

some death

a little pageantry

a little destruction

some decay

the same happy scene is repeated

everyday

in the mews

such are the conversations

of the MASTER PAVILLION..

look here mate, whaddya think this is?

A CUT UP POEM!??!

soon i will return

to my painting

and remain there

a thin blue triangle

on pale ambiguous wood

G

G

G

G

It says here

the great blue god

carried a lens on his shoulder

and wore a great lavender cape

and a square nimbus

of optical platinum

wolf-school

sun-brain

drama

is composition

and banality

its teasing

cinema

is painting

a poem

and music

critiquing

sculpture

and man

is a pedestal

for moving

and displaced windows