Friday, February 7, 2014

relic's reluquer a lack or lacquer languor




talvibed
lay claim its ice throat box sled hat
suvessai

and where the carved ear
lithophone the green ice
fecklip pen entice

polygonum
if species cured
for schlerometer



(a fan flutters)
and a quill moves across the page, or field, or skin
its tip a diamond or a blade
or a porous elongated rubber skull sac
oozing meridien obsidian and indigo
phials

long sheets of black ice
stacked on a transparent tooth
(a fan flutters)



talvibed
and where the carved and
feckless cure green
knotweed

secubo
a grunt of guy and
Le nous va nous mener
au château ottuplico
ottuplicare

put mobius goggles
afiskon toward
the nachtladend

and the string-ends of letters collide
the summer slings and hammocks
jänez the wildberry admisceo
bellandarum with nenoarušais



Thursday, February 6, 2014

Nietzschean Kitsch Concrete Motto Poem Comic Popaganda


angelheaded hipsters burning for ancient heavenly hyphens



tragobyte's blues
a sucking sound
an autovortex virtext
glued down and stuck
to the head groove
paltry waves 
of glitter


Into this wild Abyss
The womb of Nature groans
and perhaps her gravest claret of tapir
Woe of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, but Floyd
a tinderer to these
in their pregnant causes mixed confusedly by Lloyd
and which thus must ever fight the punundrum's curess
Unless the Almighty maker's marque them ordain
the grass is set apart
to scowl like thunder


I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,
starving, hystorical, nacred,
dragging themselves through cosmic streets at dawn
looking for an alchemical fix,
but a gold bug done bit him.
Now Ima fetch Lloyd to fix Legrand.


In a world of pure error, no mistakes are possible.
Think of it this way, in a Tale of Ratiocination, say,
The Moon divided by Jupiter,
A lone bowman
may aim his arrow at Babylon
only to find
the target is his own heart
which is a cold black immortal stone.
Lloyd.


I TOLD YOU NOT TO VISIT ROOM 237!
ASK MOON UNIT!
I'm with the Amazon group..


Are you sure you remember your way back
to the town of ghosts?


that's just what I said!
aperçu baguette,
and 69 CHABNII!


I'll play good creationism,
and you play bad creationism, no wait,
I'll play bad evolution, you play
good evolution, NO WAIT,
let's play
BAD INFINITY!
let's go back to the kitchen and start over..


Venus is always
already
Artificial Intelligence.


I'll come home in a minit,
I'm a sit here and practice my
buddhist diatribes.


I was told that Diogenes sits here usually, but now all I found here today
is this gargantuan monster machine under a sheet.
Lloyds of London.


TAKE IT AND RUN!
TAKE IT AND RUN!


I want to look exactly like you!


The water's fine, there's just not much of it..
Lloyd, quit teasing me up..


The spectral burden
eludes your insistent gifts!


I was charged with mimicry, and they were quite correct,
but the stony thicket of Satan is breathing down my neck.
Call Lloyd's of London..


Every rooster knows
that the computer is the result
of a Chthontic Kunstpiracy...


Behold!
Pandora's box
is a wet skin of origami
whose gametes
shuffle velvet
too and fro..


Diabolical bondage?
I guess I should have worn black!


Through the Looking Glass,
an Adventure of Lloyd
and Doctor Floyd.
Pink.
Punk.
Punctilio.
Dick Summons.


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Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep...
Oh, put it on the victrola, Lloyd..



There used to be a bard down this way I'm sure.
Dysevangeli!
your trap has been URSPRUNG!


ode to a cosmic hyphen

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Daughter Yes. Fl Hello. Daughter Hello. Fl How are you squirt? Daughter Alright. Fl What are you doing? Daughter Playing. Fl Where's mummy? Daughter Gone to shopping. Fl Oh. Who's taking care of you? Daughter Rachael. Fl May I speak to Rachael please. Daughter She's gone to the bathroom. Are you coming to my party tomorrow? Fl I'm sorry sweetheart but I can't. Daughter Why not? Fl Well, you know. Daddy's travelling. Very sorry about it but I just can't. Daughter Ohh. Fl I can send you a very nice present, though. Daughter Alright. Fl Anything special that you want? Daughter Yes. Fl What? Daughter A telephone. Fl We got lots of telephones already. Can't you think of anything else you want for your birthday? Something very special? Daughter Yes. Fl What? Daughter A bushbaby. Fl A bushbaby? Well we'll have to see about that. Listen, sweetheart I want you to tell mummy something for me. Will you remember? Daughter Yes. Fl Well tell mummy that I telephoned. OK? Daughter Yes. Fl And that I'll try to telephone tomorrow. Now will you tell her that? Daughter Yes. Fl Ok. sweetheart. Now have a nice birthday tomorrow. Daughter Alright. Fl And have a nice birthday party tomorrow, too. Daughter Alright. Fl Ok. Now take care and be a good girl won't you? Daughter Alright. Bye-bye. Fl Bye-bye. Happy birthday.

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aperçu baguette (violin)




Wednesday, February 5, 2014

kardunkliad


in a port town, selling frankincense and perfumes


and wiles swee' kissabou towardset the hole
whose frame fresh flange lace is stamped from
azure magma plume
that same loop is lifting
and lifting stillness tou
avawhare in other hares
their frosy eyebleams brankiolet a fewm
these hurd guide sonnets of blister
the eye whole spread
the scorch'd flange for sighsolegroom'd
forced out of plateless to the sky
eye'm whole its een pecked grublen voles
cast clues thighs cat for yellorbellbatskin
sored if gutters woven

bobbed frankstoned pumn
or in how the amulet is poured in
from the top
the image then convexing around
foose a chyrodopia
pause remembering its dark narrcred punge
for the when the poured the middle
aa certain emblems transparent to the vain
and pass through to the whole
wiles swee
faced out

and pegged
to the bonnet prinsuchcuthbraiding
ebbscutcheon'd puce
the riddle a basiliskingkolefaun
for no whole leaks snouth
but bane the waucet a clyme
and bilt thuff fin minneslides
for their truncating millia
bruise clam rigged phases
their chin jewelry
alive and busketing
tryvarimoorlingutterthumbs
raised up as primes and flagolithopsurds
while their navelstrings
hang mushy with the grit
of grinding idylls
and boxes of thugs
rouged like gristle
where the tooth nerves
collar the cackling mole
its sunthistlefountain

Henry Fuseli moved to despair at the grandeur of antique fragments.


as agate's cursor infeed's penumbral string, the uncarbed block's twould sings, DO NOT KISS THE PRINTS, and sew, the vaca vagus resumes, a warm cube vieweled only by an eye within the perineum, ministirring twin psycles, their hearth moon sooned in hiss and wheeling ledgerblythely..


as the one spoke or fish of the wheel, I turned from the will of orthography
to an emblem of the tree laureled beyond all shadow, a lyre-clock soon attached to kit
by champagne in bed, cold zigzagging everywhere within our cross
inanswerable legs, silver laurels of silver trees, these mumblems bubble the page to the heir's transparent terminous.


light for one solitary moment the single drop at the tip or utmost bottom of the stalactite organ of perception, a council cussing force into Dodonan rudderlings, their inkwell meetings upon the dark at ad, at love, and their faces, a plurale tantrum, make decoys match themselves. Council in wish, is council at ad, and the silence refracts and buttresses.


you have brought a silver spider to ooze this stalactice hart tongue'd antler blazon, but the space between will close, its emptiness revered as a going to thread, and as a threading to evenwhere's anon, no answer, but single snow hyphen drifting as city, all mood tastes with crystal chiarborscrewohm eating eyeslips deflection.


To wit a sovereign mandate is obscured! Black sphere returning vagus door to leaf plain!
Would that only Graeae tell Persis to connect with Perseus pouch!
Is a grey marble brain attached to faun door by white pyramid fractalling striata exits? 


I have become thrifty to invoke this little known pause whose infection reverses the sod, and then resumes, marbling the pageless turnings which break down the final stone of the great fwork..
Imps tithe thistles upon its mirrored mournings.


And then inject the dice with a silver syringe, and give the grasshoppers back
their bottled omens.


view here the candle fork made from the waxy eye-tusks of Pamphredo, if you dare, and wash your foot-gloves toward the forward p'letheur,
your feet as blunt as nuts, your seanails transparent towings...


oranged honest stockings cluster a beach of furniture, but I exume
a beast ewer whose breast pears glide among the triangular cakes
our conversation takes without our knowing, a wheel over water
to standard thy thighs are like transparent jellied eyeballs covered with hard blue glass cheeses. 


In Taxidermy was Caliban united with the rest of poetry, so that the greatest wizard of all could be counted as a divan especially fitted over the hearthlike entrance of a labyrinth whose bull was flame and seeking. He rose, and he rose, and heroes heldep the skinsor cathedral's locking plate.
All gesture is awkwrode hear..


the mania of candor
is universal.
The universe.


chant til lazy
and world or skull
come easy to hand
but anonyme candor
the mise en scheme
and grand is the disguise
of its banter
Elvis Two Tomes and a Bather Piano


Would you prefer I accost the irony of humor, or the humours of irony,
both are but incarnations of the primal event's vaginal lapels
where smoke makes a literature of armor for water...


My glove in its third afterlife became a seagoing vessel
THE SS CAMPHOR


true logic is a filter,
but joy beyond trash
sees a glowing heart construct itself
from rubble.
What tender shoot would ceaze the fome
of obeyance?
Vox vuxom crimson
erase!
(cauliflower teeth lounge)


a schedule.


just before the print was schist, its pilot
frowned to the forking bliss.


blood and sand however
what plane a conquistador of flowers move
into its cold pluromal cave ignite
that a brocade of hot poppies
exploded
their bird helmet scribblings
back out the trail

a hollow horse
will cup the sap


the first flower
its dream thirst
to wedding


along a sky-blue cyst
I discovered amazing vessels
(curatus excessus sint vobis in signo).