Wednesday, December 17, 2008

this winter rite unflarfed

resolution: fifteen days from now an animal
will occur in your slow rollers & breakers

over and in and because of your misunderstood
will commence discriminately to devour

unpleasantness, pain of delivery, the sleek

[all this could be still changed
by a few firefox add-ons
some modules of latent proxy]

tigers nowhere now just the wholehearted of exo-skeleta
lost at dusk in the woods so complex

we have no longer time for anything

[those americans reviling the french
calling them those names]

when it really came out it was as lungs
not cartoon organs but actual and present
all purple and wet so like newborns///

now sex because of the nervous assault
seeming tantamount to some event

is only in fact a routine inflammation
fading quickly given the reach

of politics and bullying issues as still

an eventual monster continues to advance
with name labels at its little neck that we

find like ourselves in the wet morning
soon still able to love

.............................................the third waiting is soon over

foliage and of some creeping
continues to advance

now we see unclearly such an essence

that these are the most lightened
of days when the boy even in his caper

soon knows in his own flood and flux
that through the lens of a poem

is he unknown
he continues to advance
.
.

3 comments:

Dar Guerra said...

Please ban me from this site, as you have done with tcp.org.

Thank you,

Pam

Anonymous said...

mmmmmm this leaves goosebumps - the kind you get when you are afraid!

I can however relate to this part; a little too much, I think.


foliage and of some creeping
continues to advance

now we see unclearly such an essence

that these are the most lightened
of days when the boy even in his caper

soon knows in his own flood and flux
that through the lens of a poem

is he unknown
he continues to advance
.
.

Anonymous said...

Hey Wat's going on here? Just got back from a few days away and note it's very quite here! Was looking forward to a new poem with my morning coffee at this 'orrible' place we call work!

zoe