so much here, and so much here to admire. thank you, Bob. Sheila --- Bob Brueckl <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > Clouds, mountains, turbulence, coastlines > > > Guttural, unicellular, holy cow, pipe down, bluish > organ of locomotion, deep bricky sunshine, > > to > emit > deep > pink > > ghostless bleak smoke burnished, gutted, undimmed > > to delineate > what is aerated, > to aerate what > is perforated > > brightly shed bulb of sound, > > eye > orb > > infinite slant woodenly erected > > socket of > nescience > > diminutive, flabby, subdued, > impetuous, clumsy, unforeseen > > to abruptly soothe without emitting diverging > raylike parts, > dead bloom nomenclaturally sunshiny > > skin mist > shinned > > fractal flagella of night, > > devoice my > voice box > > becloud the aurora nest, > befog droplets of nighttime > vibrations, obnubilate > the elastic shine of sunup, > dilate the decaying strictures > of finicky dayspring, the > wakeless blurs of > perfused unsound > > deep white bloom gauzily scratched, tibia -- > fritter away the lambent effulgence of abrasive > teguments -- > > brick skin, discharge darting about, > moulting transubstantiation, metamorphosing > into a caducous calyx, exuviate > what is immaculately vivid, livid. > > I ash the blonde scratch. I fractal the brick nest. > I daylight the > flagella. I unknow the radiating fractals. I > bright the night bloom. I deep the > air slant. I throat the ash shine. > I heinie the throat ash. I ash the throat shine. > I corral the erected > dead. I mist the white. I brick the infinite. I > transform the scratches. I > scratch the coral daylight. > > My air I deep. > My air I bloom. > My air I bleak. > My air I wooden. > > I suffuse. I shed. I shine. I soft. I eyeball. > I air my dead air. My > white ash I shine, dissipated. My shine I slant, > pullulated. > > I shit my dead air, skinless. I shine my bloom > shine disgorged. I scratch > the bleak eyeball, skin nicked. I eyeball the > shinny stub of daylight. I > air the radiating gushes. I eat the lustrous lotus > mist radiating morning > suffused with blooms of inflected rinds. I brick up > the shedding shine of > transmuted contractions. I fractal the blond erect > smoky sunshine. I transmute > the illimitable hypodermic syringe of the > sempiternal spud. I dim the tibia of > gauze. > > To wake > the dead > in > the dead > of night, > > I larrup the waddling floating point of the animate > esophagus, flagella > whipping up a round, warped aether transversing > efflorescence, niggling thaw > pulverized, > > craw > lair, > > ash a > tissue, > > the > limb > twit > cant > tilt > > the > air > out, > > unplugged zephyr interspersed with the piddling > effulgence of decoupled > cuticles dabbling in toddling trances, diagonal > auburn disconnects glistening > until still less blonder massless flaxen piffling > pharynxes are plugged in. > > I eyeball the bloom deeply in the wooden air. > I stupor the emptiness of bedazed quibbles. > I tingle the paddles of licked sensations, the > fissures of tears' > contortions, the stung speech of texts twinging in > shock, pneumatic infringements > riffling diagrams, the ditritus of pee, the yolk of > glee, thighs' meadow. > > I corrode the neon stoutness of smattering > dissipations emptied of all > errata, aorta gourds in rut, precariously baffled > lumpen, thimble tangles -- > > I enter the apex of splintering tmesis, light nails > stinking of dirty > tongues, slit-vulgar vowels, little elongated > tidbits of titbits, not one tingling > syllable, gravy of cyclops warping between > articulatory diphthongal platinum > and the deeply awkward prattling in the > > shitless > wind > > charring jarring penetrations up disintegrations > insidiously obsessed, > crimped clanging sounds being inappropriately > interrupted, the perky wetter > particulars of silence undiluted, indifferent > convulsions smeared, eviscerated, > fracturing assless > > discontinuances > of dawn. > > > --Bob BrueckL > > > > > >
