8/05/2005

Strange Delights

a final draft calamity

before releasing the precise chemical
invader invader invader invader invader
crushes lens clarifies
attract another
round the organ the light until
pressed upon the ocular cavity a carnival breaks
birds flock down made completely a mess
the self and the scene viewed

surfaces create a sunlike light
a miraculous bowl of decay
smooth as lavender
the location in search of forgotten nourishment
the viewer can no longer distinguish between
women hanging laundry and speaking lowly
at what was left of the festivities
the last sentence of which began
Grass will grow on the high

the past that polished inside the avian eye itself
sparrows pecked her bright bicycle
Ornithological inquiries underground network
have suggested in the hard rain fury a wish
a candy shop and the hovel turn of the century
the air abandoned with caramel apples
the channels proved impossible
dunes vista windows clear of fault

this time next year men cried Strange Delights
to measure the potent the collapsed version of itself
unsteady liquids revealing no purpose straggling
since space-time follows this injunction
profound to be airborn
strains of light with the image uttered by
perfumed conversation

spread across the city such distracted vision
left in clumps littered receded drinking
split in two a well-lit street
shacks pursuing through wind enveloped
one stout amalgamation tore away from its standard
clouded by an unclear groom into hand
resemble passers-by shifted and prevalent
along the said man

as the fair the weight of party to manage
the surmised Surveyors came
with a tide on the wife , .
follow his matrimony since the wedding under
the lay with the system
the many had been lured to

into streets a streamlined spent young with popcorn
When called out of several shore rotunda
left a shore to journalists of the jersey obliged
the account he was to type up of his
. , ,to . The was , . of . , but . out their

When the office called . , “…” He his time at the office his tape-recorder
cleared like storm-swept never-to-be
of a calf's eye being
asides being

1 Comments:

At 4:02 AM, Blogger Anathemata said...

I like the way you muss when you muss it up.

 

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