Hello Graham,
Thank you for the kind words. I too am very new to this mailing list (I joined up in June) and feeling like I had nothing to contribute, I decided to send in a poem or event score every now and then. There are two other Horsemen Peoms, both of which I have posted to the Fluxlist, and here they are:
Horseman Peom Number 1
An elderly woman rode a horse across an elongated bakery.
On a veal farm is a mountain of shovels traversing through a bowling green.
Sure the view is firm and our montage is pleased to transverse for a biting or a blowing.
Sure the vilest society is impairing the satisfaction of the most wonderful mortuary shuffler.
Sure the society reviles altering the satisfaction of the shuffler's morose arias, as marvelous as they think they are.
Sure, lest the vilest society changes the satisfaction of the arias of the morose shuffler, I'll see that mad villian use will penetrate the surface of all soft skin across the land.
Horseman Peom Number 2 (For Alan Bowman)
A large horse wears a large bow.
A grand shovel port and grand arc.
A grand port of pellets and an arc ground.
A port of ground grains, old and damp, sold out.
A portrait of grain mounds, viewed as humid, vents abhorrence.
And portraits with monocles filled with grain become humorous as they expect horror.
At least the portraits have dented monocles on which pleas for grinning developement police for more chameleons to attend horror films are scrawled.
And mounds of portraits on the bundle of monocles sinking into a putrid liquid soon intervines in favor of the grimacing police developing a sour mint paper chameleon as to occupy the films and horror of gribbling bowls.
Thanks,
A. Chair
