midas, pisarz, humorysta, O Ephraimela,
register the triumph of being in the silk rictus of wind
for Kara
Are we inside the ivory chicken tunnel
of Marie Germinova? We red felt knights are marking each other
with yellow chalk skulls.. We plunkett rancouver to air all flynning
dropt, hanson green pill sneer up the pink and purple pen pad,
blue cyclinder choked with fuzzy galls.
The rickety folk-city of Fuzzy-Gall
where soft, hovering and crenellated brains
hide a ritualized reticulum of totem childrem,
little ghosts of wire snickering in the speaking folds.
there the grey eyed child would make her stand
there in the bending witch thickets
her posture electric, calligraphic,
every particle leaving a trace-line
{The Thorn The Thorn.
published in the 1798
Lyrical Ballads.
owes a debt
to the
'The Question'
is a . strangely beautiful. ode
play of amphigory across the mistranslationary shifting
to an earlier occasion of empire
building by the cagmag
Of ancient origin
a fine and fuzzy gall, an armor of hairy red gall stones
where tiny children, like dust-mites play hide
and goo-seek}
her hair like a plume of burning violins, a vast blonde and orange cobra
which harangued the moon
a spot-light, choked with fuzzy galls.
We plunkett rancouver to air all flynning dropt, The Thorn,
there the grey eyed child would make her stand, her posture calligraphic,
published in the 1798 witch thickets, owes a debt to the somniloquy
of my whispering wife
like some chanting psibill I am listening
she is rhythmically speaking in her sleep
the words are fuzzed
blue cyclinder choked with fuzzy galls
she usually only talks when she's having a nightmare
but tonight, there isn't any NO, NO, NO,
just a kind of soft telegraphic chatter;
the grey eyed child would make her stand
there in the bending witch thickets
her posture electric, calligraphic,
every particle leaving a trace-line:
ranvierlotuscotus dundonne danfolk
rifuxflux the peopleob goo ness nekki
drone hecatebuttertonguebison osko P
bibi rainthistle toroid deluxolescent sesu
sesu susey sesu sesu o sisi sesu soso
seesaw seesaw the albino squirrel wedding dress
not their skins
but living white squirrels swarm my bride
her solid black eyes spinning at a 1000 rpm
a fine transparent myst frothing the lids
as she chatters incandescently
