a fomenter poultice laid askance on polis

near the plaça major in pollença
the jumbled tensegrity
of magnetic knights templar
resembles a living metallic molecule
whose every head bond is singing
in old catalan

it is day
it is night
there are torches
there are sprays
of bougainvillea

the boulders
were mined out from under
the twin giant indigo larvae
whose eyelashes
naked capsule sails
sailor deafening
masthead captions

but near the plaça major in pollença
the fomenter arrives
in the form of an assembly of cloned
purple-robed petrarchan androids
whose learning laurel branches are lit
with pain jewels (tourists trapped in fireflies)
and they are undead
like a virus like poetry
they are sublime cell machines
which question with olive
face paddles each emblematic
curve or cure

the hilltop greathorn sounds

nah kaw, ou tonne
nah kaw, ou tonne
nah kaw, ou tonne

and they are in the evening of the beyonds
as schlepjot pollen covering the game
of wizened babbling skin shoes

and i kneel before the oval spillvenus
i kiss the oval (of no clock in hand)
where grey lampreys cluster
and mutter
i kiss the oval (of no clock in hand)
where orange fog festoons are compressed
into lickerish lichens dioramas
i kiss the oval
where its head opens out
into the sea
plugged strange and bitter
packed to the brim
with dolphin statuary

the contingency of meta-shadows

these smooth blue growling dogs
hang suspended by their jaw-clamps
from the various hair braids
of trans-oceanic
wine is poured on
and then a postage stamp
embarks
on its vision of taste
in the bewildered galactic
humangioma

the subtractive process
is additive
the unattractive process
is addictive

in the recess
i find a foaming date
addressing a spear-clutching
grasshopper
whose tremples toose
constusion


https://www.facebook.com/lanny.quarles/posts/2141310169430278