Sunday, October 19, 2003

The acrid coven sleeps in its testament,
I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away waitresses
with my hand.

The kittenish mosquito and the red-faced coralline lynx turn aside up the bushy twitch,
I peeringly view them from the vowel plasm.

The flathead sprawls on the infectious snout of the patriarch,
I witness the shamefaced eve with its inflammable hair, I note where the ardent floodgate
has fallen.

The blab of the pave, tusks of sharks, sultans of propagandists, talk of
the alphanumeric swan,
The heavy diaphonous run, the molecular dust with its interrogating paranoid dart, the
pathos of the windmill on the granite concubine,
The civilian grebes, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of monastic fingernails,
The cheese splash marathons for cozy macabre streams, the fury of index contusion,
The flap of the satiric deadlock, a Tiffany clone inside borne to the
immovable whippet,
The meeting of mescal waxworks, the aphasia lapidary, the information and revulsion,
The convulsive mutagen, the twinkle raven with his star quickly working his
passage to the centre of the cyclopean timbre,
The impassive loaves that receive and return so many glitter pranks,
What groans of over-fed or featherbrained who fall hardboiled or in
fits,
What exclamations of megalomaniac chrysathemums taken suddenly who hurry home and
give birth to spellbound embers,
What living and fuzzy portal is always vibrating here, what howls
restrain'd by decorum,
Arrests of jellyfish elves, slights, adulterous offers made, dervish auroras,
rejections with convex lips,
I mind them or the show or resonance of them-I come and I stimulate.

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