Wednesday, July 30, 2014

23 green blue

ottantottesimi Ukrainu
απόκρυψα caricatesi pusillarum
paterje succidebatis
subblocks plantaes lapiez
inmigraron ponche
daltonismu improvvisa małpeczek
spektrum amajlija
intasarti massornas addolorai
Protektorats carías
phlebotomiarum preferontaj acutiglumam
comminationem Angebers
claudicava ablaqueabant rhapsodise
legittimerò classificatori
arrenderai Desorption oppugnationem
ritradussi sapņainākiem
descolarizzeresti noncasino încalț
baccalauréat schiveremmo
krapte riarsero sormiksi
lieu anarchisme
luncher cornermen bulnader
isähahmo rhabdosphere
leptophyllum conserjes recourbe
旱苗 nuncupetur

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

props of reception

in the dark the twinned forms
at hand level

to the grasp

vexed by a polished mineral

dachshund heads
made long light bulbs

the snout or screwed end
for the handles

but the snouts can be lifted
independently (cant)

and the bulbs portend
some cantilevered waiting

as if an andiron (pretend)
and a byzantine slipper lamp

were condensed
in an oily silence

where a perfect pipe descends
from the base of the dog's bulb

to join a reservoir
in the shape of a winged sausage

whose back opens
by means of a lid (wind)

and inside
amid the beads and the slurry

are microphones
and serpents

which pass through oily rings
covered with long stiff bristles

that index the beads in vertical rows
so that the words can be read (forage)

                                x a s
                                e l  l
                                n b u
                                o u r
                                u n p
                                s e e
                                l m n
                                e o t
                                n n h
                                t  t  i
                                i  l  k
                                p u u
                                u d o
                                s  e s
                                u n
                                n s
                                o c
                                u a
                                p r
                                u a
                                n t
                                c a

and the oil can be drained
through a spount like a fluted tail

but the interior of the dark
is even more complex

the animal which grasps
the oil bead singing snake lamp dog
is itself a handle

a hold for garbled grasp
which in its dim logic masks
the whole as a subtle diatribe
against the part

the part as whole which knows
the hole in the nose
may not be used as a handle

leveraging cant
unites the difficult
with the simple
in a bright right wave room

sometimes the hopeless
critical smile is a crisis

the pleasure may be even
more diverse
than can be spoken

by the weal
of forlorn form
echo'd by the dumb
and byzantine rings

which say

wend your way
next thrown asway
to the virliosan hoop

Sunday, July 27, 2014

What Suchness? Don't Believe All Bad Composition..

in the still lit candle of the foundation myth
what we find are the intertwingled fins
of corrupt syntaxis
and miraculous contingency

a providence that takes this hull
to the cliff to die
only to encounter a wind
which renders it the ruler
the tyrant of ten-thousand years
whose name is never know

the perfect rhetoric
of error

Romulus and Remus
were really 
Amulius and Numitor
dressed in the skins of drag

what a drag
if this soft and chestnut brown leather skull is a word
then I am its spotted black nose
our feet connected
to a rule board bearing
no game

lithe tyrant
is quiet envelope
prickly puntiss
lips mobius

If your skin shrinks any smaller
I will no longer be able to wear you
my keen thin smoking monkey

these vegetables remain
to the will of debate
fencing appear frozen
in the coronal thiara

No one foundation myths
the chair of every fence
it is seemingly true
when wire thin monkeys word
the transparent force of quiet

we are gathered
and our weapons make only small changes
in small times

the perfect eye
will rise like a balloon
over the blue beaches

like the invisible twin of love
the uncle Amuremulusius
is everywhere
second to infinite draft
or a sea of toxic garbage
know one knows what segment
of the archive
will become magnetized
when the slurry of dancers arrives

blue matter
blue dong or bong
or capelstrophy?

look for organic solutions to geometry
the fayrd to sloup
the roach loping with the berry

as an Ouspenskian
the great and inner tree was eros
while the outer
was a hot rod pink interior
a random hearst shifter 

I'm not Donald Pleasance,
and you're not a lion.

This lion revealed to me
the fact that I am Donald Pleasance.
And this is Ward Montgomery,
or 007.

I don't want any more paintiffs, or posecutors; in philosophy above all, you can only see if you have already decided.

crowns of cacti
luminous in the purple dusk
and swarms of scented birds

no more
pun dinners
to Jupiter

Did you sell out of green tables, Miss?

language is not pandoran photography,
but poodle
pumpkin noodle
how dust
your grrr-din

any sacred tragedy
after the advent of comedy

I just want you to know!
Things are looking up here Plato!


I think you've pushed the wrong button.
Oh fuck it, let's dance..

Every sentence
is a lost boot
made into camera.

a foot whose toes
are sponges
of error


Only those who have made their dialectical peace with the world
can grasp the concrete.

All you dead images get up!
The poem is the morning of the world!
and crime its analog!

oh fuck it,
let's sing..

Oh Mr. Putin!
How could you have known?
I've always wanted a little Walter Benjamin in a box.

The fate of beauty
is that its wan ironic expression
reveals complexity
as mindless wit

of which I cannot feel
or talk about with sense
and yet it has brought us together

the black nose 
to recline
in a nut brown leather chair

the first wife
crab-woman beautiful
Toby Olson

canonical magic
and primitive sharpness
they leak out through the headwound
of my second death

it is too noisy
for me here
the table growing with food

If only the Ukraine
could be more like Clarice Lispector..

but once it stops blaring at you
the fly in the ice cube

I had thought it was a mermaid
until its enormous tale
appeared above the surface

is legal

and no waves to be made

in the still lit candle of the foundation myth
what we find are the intertwingled fins
of corrupt syntaxis
and miraculous contingency

why did the graffito
wish to capture

this colossal blindness
is white as milk?

at our every meeting
the breath of the ornamental dragon
would obscure my head
and your face its lantern thread

Alexander Diogenes
is gothic foolosophy

The sign of crisis
is always pleasure..

We're extruding brain columns
for the Hegelian Triads, Robin...

These busts will also serve as shoes, or tips
for the legs of robotic spiders

a single unbroken cotton thread
will wrap around the earth

enigma is only 
the substance of the possible

once you've already decided
your capricious eyes
will still be 
the nipples of a coal black tyrant

let it remain

the urn of generations

the unspeakable
voice of the non-all

Harry, this monkey just accused me of being

Waiting for Godot
with the Rolling Stones

It's yantra time..

Did you hear that?

I saw a thread running all the way down the beach..

Clarice, Is hope made of letters?

I'm just waiting on a friend..

Would you care for a faun?
or a pan-orientational noise?