eat a bowl of dicks kelson
On Thu, Nov 5, 2009 at 1:19 AM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> haha, pretty awesome. nonsense at its most poetic, and really nothing is
> absolute nonsense in poetry because the mind shapes it in spite of itself.
>
> KS
>
> 2009/11/5 Desmond Swords <[log in to unmask]>
>
> > This Is But Our Quota (Part V)
> >
> > 'I' am the back-arched
> > leading a little from the lip,
> >
> > a scenario arrived at via the possible
> > scenarios arrived at, in cartoon bubbles,
> >
> >
> > blaked warm lines strapped in bulbs
> > here and there, not hard to sell, or win
> >
> > proclaim from the frozen backside; angels
> >
> > still in situ, about to sail, either shoulder
> > ebbing with ill-informed cartoon bulbs,
> >
> > or bubbling within against my own bones.
> >
> >
> > This Is But Our Quota (Part IV)
> >
> > ill-informed, but at least formal in dress,
> > on the day a June dress getting longer
> >
> > and longer and nothing imminently there
> > harmful or prescient, sugar too another
> >
> > multitude of aphoristic flex, stretched
> > in order to get the palimpsest dose
> >
> > of in Roman aphorisms with hues of romance
> > awash in the poem dark anger, trying to get
> >
> > participants some all-wear out of the p’s I
> > donned within when poor little criminals,
> >
> > lyrically able, at the bottom of our Xmas card
> > list on the precipice this nomenclature
> >
> > sitting here (in front of you) the prophetic
> > neckline island tying not to notice, but a tune
> >
> > around a simple houseplant pointing finger
> > glove box far down her blouse, you are aphids
> >
> > descent-seat none appreciate but the scop
> > down song off her shoulder, totally, totally
> >
> > you obverse thin walk, long drive objective
> > to write our name on your behalf, correspond
> >
> > dispel an unkind rumour of who isn’t in, or out
> > to romance ther spirited beast, wild within
> >
> > where you need to go to join the required dots
> > laboriously put together, assembled you are 'I'
> >
> > inversional ooking through the wrong colour
> > in a right way, packing cheeky smiles in eyes
> >
> > your l is all on the wing of flight for, far out
> > they’re your jewels, they’re where I left them
> >
> > there.
> >
> > Thanks very much, a great piece for making Write-Through with; which is a
> > superior-flarf which avant-gardists would say:
> >
> > 'Hey, cool, that's free exchange, done because of a deep professional
> love
> > for language in all its guises, straight or non-main, MS and NMS, both
> out
> > tribes tied by one bore - you who is 'I'.
> >
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