opus pensile

the dumb bomb
had a magnificent
and complicated process
of patterned and unpatterned
hues which snaked between
each other the royal cacophany
of its acting suffusing joint
before it was born there was no
garden in which the rows
of jaunty centaur fountains surround
the heavy blue marble statue
at the navel of the satyr (garden)
wrestling the hermaphrodite
whose plaque or plague read
ridiculum profusio

the dumb bomb was exquisite
and after the complex eruption of its being
its remains were exquisite and you
might even meet
a stooped old hag on the road
carrying a huge bundle of twigs
and if you asked her about the
dumb bomb she would most likely
say something using a combination
of stupid and exquisite or she might even
mix and separate the two
like she might say:
'centaurophones blare on the plain' or
'hanging from their lickerish air bladders'

the dumb bomb
had a magnificent
and complicated process
a kind of canonical cunei
where all of time might be
considered as segments
of a single day