Saturday, November 5, 2011
perfecting, withstanding, inoperative, grace
precision, virgilian candelabra, thrust of the evaginated relic
hoist within the cauliflower, coffee-flower
fathoming a lark's tongue
an acrid
thread
more into the weeping depths the mourner plunges
ever on the gaps and tremolos
fruited and fruitless murmurs grow
and still the web gently fingered trembles
into the crumbling wharf of the tree
extended darkly into darker waters
not without puss, snoring, sputters or wormed turntables spinning
incantible dribbles and tokes
mensural smears and a pinned-down clamoring
not without rails untenanted, mossies here and there
and sandwiches fragmentarily
bonsai at whatever rate
it unfolds
the leaf around which
its tail turns
and of course it doesnt make sense,
the phone won't work, too far from civilization, i guess.
i should have access soon
though
precision, the incidental incursion
perfecting, withstanding, inoperative
grace
poznaĆ
july 29, 2009
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