Sargasso and Spandex

[lanny quarles]

honey-sweet dirigibles spoon and linger in a mist of blankets whose veins of sciomantic music entangle a dry air of halva thick with dissolved temples, grapefruits, and delicate debellations moving like some caterpillar whose each and every follicle is a budding twin lover knight, an amoebic metal skinned Velikovskyite of planets of Vedic skin music like eyes ejecting furry tickertape w/ sanskrit scabs whose gooey jelly-footed frenzy stiffens the march of the martini air through the panorama of stateley timeless branchings..   clay tongued earth basque, sing to me with your eyes of steaming ortolan your ringlets of basil drifting like a spider's beard of raftlets along the spectral shoreline drawn with a quivering pencil while the gentle velitation of the coral lung upon the inchoate pecuniality of the Echinarachnius seems a moon-heavy folktale migrated through a labyrinth of coal-spotted sexagecuples dashing in its frothing basket chins where armadillos and violins are caught in a mulch of fresh warm cork and green Osirian kick-dancer clones whose blinding nipple helmets gush with sweet plutonium, ingots winging skyward as the shaggy Apollonian yeti-sun retracts its pavonine rectal display halo and the night's booming accordion cocks its leg upon the podium to play a lively hymn to the mouse and the can-kickers with their loafing bangs and their sad-sack dungarees, and dumb as royal trash moles, speachless in the greater murmuring of the sky-dojo neck-clicking disorder.