As Doth Homer Doh In Periplum, "So Doth Every Caption Give Sup To The Canny Goat"

to the irrish jagged hunter,

only the psyfizzphusian narratives

are best-

ial

renting water

renting time

renting food

your possession seems

somewhat 

premature

in the ego's autumnal feud,

come molest my essential 

and indubitable bars of dew..

come to cilicia

ye hunchbacks

of thatched goldenrod

awake! awake!

for the constant surface is a mass,

amassing, and a great light breaks

from a great dark upon a great lateness,

its wen, and wheeling..

and each periplum,

by its united renunciation

disgorges a smooth

and charcoal pearl,

holllow as a sentence,

and cold as a changling,

left to extinguish

an eternal flame...

I would sing along with you,

but I myself am song,

sung standing in the mouth

of a giant

S-ling:

VINI-OLIO MACELLER!

One sometimes wonders about language,

when the narrative misobeys certain absolutely 

self-evident features.

Culture envelopes in Fiction, that is to say,

it progresses by means of a schitzo's stroll:

Toiling yet untiring,

we connected up these wriggling bones.

there is a stranger beauty

to this unequivocally unfinished game.

Hold forth an enormous key

to the setting sun, 

Longinus.

Periplum, not as land looks on a map

But as sea bord seen by men sailing,

oy oy oufiche!

In these walls of rushing gold 

I made my home,

red falcon,

red mary,

read drawing

to delta forged.

There is only one self,

and all human population

is an example of schitzooid perfsaviour..

We're hear

to pervorn

the oology.

now

take up your long bottles

as I do,

for drinkeye gaffs

no creative slothery,

and only cuff's cursory

wills blank edge

to whrything..

could it be

that the moon's being

is a boon swinging out

to reflect

some basic structure

as ontology may puppet even

a wind

telling of

invisible strings

every punctum in the light is bright

a banded egg

through whose shallow shell

we see a black yolk

like a witch's oaken mole

budding with a single

uncleansible purl

to ward the trackless

entries.

I knew it!

Hunchback

means

Poet!

But I do care!

I care ever so much for all of you,

and I can never say otherwise!

Growth often gets in the way

of this perfected melancholy,

but it can never eclipse

its perennially branching

oracle

for nonsense touches

vortical to vertical

and cortical 

to clod.

i'm too shocked to worship you anymore.

passions often bring about dishonourable ends,

but every end remains

an honour

among theeves.

Is Justice revenge,

or just the glorious belching

of a beautiful

and insane machine

lifted up like a blind totem

to scream

at the madness of suns

in their ponderous

and nakred gentility

light

is tantamount

to a drowning in pearls.

instead you could have

climbed a rope of spittle

into a nest of nameless

friars

your wand touched me

and my twig-crag you,

so let our ourobouros remain

a film called

OUR CRAZY BUFFET..

Sometimes the hook sets

but there is little value

in climbing the building.

Some writers just stayed at home

friddling their letters through the giblet

on a gutter gurney.

Remember me?

We entered the statue

clad only in lime green mittens!

There's something 

dark and sacred

about comedy, but

I never knew what it was.

You can lead a horse to poetry,

but you can't grow wings.

I'd like to have an exoskeletal contrivance

that would allow me move like a tadpole

in shivvery pools of celestine mariano

brocaded whimsy

pouring through my shifting sockets!

good image dear!

I'd like to paint a still life

of squirrel skeletons covered in green fuzz 

building a golem

of peyote buttons...

MODERN ART

IS

A CANNISTER!

sometimes disguising your voice

is enough to garner a new audience.. 

sometimes

you have to chew off your own tongue

or smoke

a loon's foot

of pate' ala delphi

burning your shoes

might help

but only if your final feat

is 'true'

you can have your cake

inside a revolution too

but remember 

giving birth while dancing

can set off

military actions

molecules

are

'funny friends'

nor impid form

in a glory..

funny how the peaceful palms

are gobbling up the east.

Is grail

a newspaper

or masturbation

veiled in green doves?

imagine a microphone

is a military.