Friday, January 31, 2014

four

The
horror of hurray
in the heterogenesis
of endings
ie
coming together to expire
How ye masses move as breath in a jet
Not bioincandescent markers, raging
But shaped by reasonable desires
Everybody wants speed
to get there
Reasonably & the bus won’t wait
For fear of dying in the turbulence
or dropping the babe
regulations not plugged in, a lower altitude
to gauge the constant distance
from the original accumulation
to this iridescent heterogeneity
forged by pressurized jealousy
o cough to avoid it, croupiers
& pull that rake in

*

Extruding exuberance through the armpit
it was overbearing as a sunset beach
to boiled brains and rough lullabies
Allowing the bodkin to pry –
But do they know what filters out the blood
A geodesic relay
to what the state meant
as it slid between conglomerates
to identify with grey
plucking the entrails of an offering
found heartless – dreams and phantasms of cowardice
to identify the brain as its beat
beggars the turnkey
who pushes out borders til both ends meet
sucking the booty in
o involution –
found hanging before deportation
trunkwork is never easy. anchors away
to identify with heat
& stow the djinn in unbreachable cellophane
cook to shrink. a minor increase of four degrees
a curative ague, self-shadowing or self-touching
begging in a voice made small

 *


The ends obsess and bless
every personal transaction
or interdiction. Word –
just kidding. It’s a mess
of sincerity and fraud
You can carve it any way you like
Feed – play –
sleepy time for curious critters
at the minimum flare up
suck-up soothes a late baptism
as the sun goes campfire
on a cold streak – thanks.
where have all the oil drums gone?
waiting, a long time gassing
it’s what I’m packing for steak
if I remember my fingerlings, underlings, & loins
must confront a divergence of interest
among incompatible fibres
of the statement, finally released
after an eighty-year segregation
under the hospices of the great powers
to face a legitimate peace

 *

A sudden expression of rage
she confessed to me the injury
visuals reddening the clips
cut to seamlessly slander the hands and face
held severable until sold
and subsequently pinned –
masking it, dolls dance great stumbling periods
in equality of importunity
fielding a full team
and catching it in the face
skeptical of objectivity
and dream of flesh solvents and unspeakable surgery
we can nearly salute the resolve to responsibility
but the ordinary person sets the example
diplomacy backed by forceful fingers
sets a new clear line blasting
everyone down to inherent dignity
a toe left for the bath & an adequate gasp
her dress lushly ruffled by the tottering gimp
piston thumping his ribbons
each clap smacking the plate
behind the metal face they don’t believe in


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