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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