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