Wednesday, July 9, 2014

The Tale of Eugenie O'negentropy and the Irrish Korn



now
pushed out on the road
alone
at last the earth



all around within the sound
of crowds too sure they are separating
too single minded to obey
one another


now
and the vehicle
leafing out in all its ravenous splendor



a spell which fell to wing ordained by jumble
and that sun which icarus sought
was the earth below



and myth the opposite
of thought
a wick rune silent through the tallow
nothing hollow, nothing stuffed



for syntaxidermy wills this one
for a bird, or middle window



raised up as the good gloss
or spukschloss



o the beauty of straw
or grasshopper hammock mustache la 
guitarling langue la darling



the pushkin out on the road
encountering zamyatin's oui
diogenes to the two-headed alexandrians
the cynic of piss



who sleeps in the bathtub of cybernetics
lullabyed by talking dogs
and plato preaching revolution without end



they cannot fix
the breach unto the fix-ed stare
what begins in breaking bread
the storm



all golden and holy the robots descended
valkyrie leaves in the forge of naked jangal



pan-ther(m

onth as boo(n
in grue



old prole dirt let the confection chatter up
and pet the womb



its soft rose
and thorn in bloom



fragrant scarecrows
drift to gulfstream silver
stuffed with petals



and are caught in nets
between the spires
and spasm with desire



purple tears
where a crow's head bleed
for syntaxidermy wills this one
for a bird, or middle window
raised up as the good gloss



no desires
but in things


no desires
but in things




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