Sunday, July 24, 2005

back pecks a space-cab

loaf about the room until the knife-truck bells
acquital loosens shirts and there the hens grow
tendrils ape a brief affront, towelled off, now it lights
....................................................................and satay to grow.......
..............................................and swallows to buck louder...........
........................................and snoeks to buckle up........................
..........................................and scanners in the drones' head.......
............................................................and senegas unperilled.....
my afreet fetes us in the rabbit hole, dampening flossed Tigris-apparel
when mouths rain kisses in finlands, and diseased somnambulists fill my sombrero, greying copra I hack for you
and the children extinguish in nobody's lottery pack, milking the genera's newsprint
............................(something Meine Geliebte sagt:)
(portray the venting winos' arrant foreplay)...................
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>when all else lilts in missing epiphany congresses
a slur behind the banquet esprit
and the brusque miscoupling.
- viral virelay flexion

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