Three Poems
Inside the world — TRULY inside the mossy world Projections of a toros-al carcass buzz-d
hard by biting little razor bodied flies;
petty toucan say a lapper like a dish lumpy with milk — asteroids mumbling ‘round in carousel w/ iodine after the blizzard w/ suffering barrelmen —
petty toucan, say “a lapper like a dish lumpy with milk” — mumble thru dirty-denim starry coves Trick blood to go
hot w/ suffering barrelmen
coming home for the home team Handjobs in that room dark despite summer tracking mud in Sweat & near-tropic damp are identical twins Several gentle bisections overtake My ship moves gently as if in orbit.
Cave reversals
preceding
topologies of then;
then
a navel ballooned raw of
oxygen — juicy burning ventricles Sun so
equine skipping
parts of the clouds thick
with
water
Hot air — hot
air —
mummy florals
swept up outside
— the broom commands
not th’ eye but what th’ eye cannot !
There was once a jumping sun ! —
on board
Books on warring w/
snot-nosed trouble — far
from love — feral wars
& parts in puzzles;
spiderwebs like dew without
a shimmer in the gunky rotor —
pure; homicides of the pelts
One moment — cops
a-bottlenecked
hopelessly — an afternoon — the
bony street bloody; caimans
nipping ankles & kites
at the soft abdomens;
beyonding the quake
that dug the firs from
reflective cheeks
Welts of villages cut
against ocean
jaws —
paraffin dusks hurting
meeee —
boulders’
silhouettes crass
with what’s next
before the mousy grave — a
pubis with a
begging
wail
across dales
too low for birds smelling 100% drunk,
drunk on iron Spheres — drunken spheres twanging
through branches an inch
from
delicate plush skin to hugging
the far fat
gusts killing farms —
dip and flow,
grow with so little
as a moaning skull —
decoratively laden w/
gems
mowed from technical moons.
Vocation is a rough term as warden Killing is killing no matter what
No matter the lack of a stray lock, muddy is an ant all stupid from
plump horizontal top to bottom … volvulus spread from a closet of the world
to puny domes of senses
Stupid with full teeth in th’ palm in a tight
fist because such was an assumed mode of eating when milk gave lizards tails
Purpose with th’ sift
rocks the transcript’d
notion from its oyster’s
death From
barbarian unwash’edness—
stork grace in the legs even
blown under natural evil
shaven n’ hideous in a rodent
way; Th’ villain, the
emaciated in dance, myself;
Peering in octane Leer
not lest fear moves ergot Peer
again down a lazar’s shirt
collar, for secrets of simplicity
Women “in heat” sayeth th’ libretto
Women with a gun shared betwixt like a creamy eye
Women in water in water-retardant garb
Liberation army without identity’s bounds
Trees in heat, swinging
doors to the fig-leaved
dust concoction, lice, lice,
orangutan translated
Women in the fit of the sun
Caustic he walked Wild wrangler
lurking at esker’d dens, haunched
Haunches,
loins, hidden eyeball Bad dogs turn
good quick when quick
with a harl in the heather Ask Kikkuli for a penny & the sky will
wagonforth limp ‘cross th’ jerky’d hides as they cure all sullen & abreeze Quaking
behind lobe 1 & 2 paired with tropic disease Tropic disease inhabits every '
other glaze of shadow; plucking,
plucking Every tree and bug whispering the former’s name assume set
station No more tongue from spats with teeth It’s the stark-open when
the sky disappears into the lake without aid
Hidden components make magic th’ reeds From grasses within a whistle
From grasses and brite-shit you see illusions From birth to nails dug into driftwood
Chemical waters soften the baluster where pitch-black doesn’t totally obscure From
illusions vomit reflects a blob same as spheres do
Human head set
on a gold band Cries from to-ward
the tides
ellipsed by foxholes Indecent spires
crunching & starve’d, lunar-clasps o’er orbs
Cries like dry bowls
To an independent spire lightning is overly
warm — like bushmeat
strung & stung
Decorations of a murmured
altar Oldgrowth trunks
in a polymer-chain flapping, flickering
with little heats
— see-through — a figure
ferments — puzzling
swelling in tissues; cheeks,
caryatid veins,
ass-cheeks — red like red
waters choked with
porpoises’s blood Icy
warnings in cedar shadows,
freak’s-silk
dragnetting putrid daybreak Freakish man, with his spider’s head clawing
the base of his neck;
the door is locked — the key
is shoved elsewhere,
like a sucking hole
Mausoleums of deserted mornings,
burst boils plentying dishes
in that pre-morning —
gloomy figment of the Christ figure
stechend as-a-cloud-(yes—! a cloud…)-often-is
Eels with partners
for every stinking pore
in that body so emaciated
& disappearing
Lilacs to a moth in poor light
& so-so much more — more
in the arterial streets w/fluids, galore;
a bruise Somatic cullings & more &
after we are all like bowls
— rock forward —
alkali fraying the lips
Forceful winds
have joined the foxholes
in sibilant rashes-to-noses
Aerosol winds
mosey between
two bowed beams,
parameters squawking
frantics;
absorption is delayed;
shoddy transit.
