Jan 2017
suddenly... my skin
"feels" freckled,
or that ginger is abhorred,
or that orange is
queeny -
leisured at -
a bat-haven.
poetry is words
philosophy
only punctuation -
take to fathom a Norwegian
acid bath...
murmur of marrow -
then the chemicality of Hermes -
what exists:
globally under ****
sloth: lo
so
dough
cop
eerie navy
and nazal -
i,
am, centrist.
blister
scold...
b l i s t e r
s c o l d
b l i s t e r
scalp and the mustard:
khaki khaki khaki!
coca cola khaki!
father says otherwise,
****** and puritan pirranha -
Warsaw subway girlen -
frozen, minus bowtie + yurt dover -
****: closure and escapism
from war, entry point: *****, your culture.
as the joke goes:
the jews spoke more zion than they spoke
yiddish: baalam - donkey-riddle -
but at least jesus entered jerusalem,ioe
or the tool-forge of alpha blo blo Indi.
Nikita...
cobbler smacker...
shoe fits fine...
now you juggle GDP
against cabbage... and horse-radish...
iron eagle no hail mary, no iron,
no golgotha... as intricate be:
american coca - lobside Xican milken -
NIKITA!
if i have my regrets... then i have my
love-letter... art... Juliet...
thus you have your politics....
if i have my regrets i have a chasm
to overcome,
in yawn as to conquer depth -
thus with wind, adjoin weaker slav -
german... german...
who said german inclusive anglican-sax
and svab-frank in Lorraine -
Iblis in Matador crimson quake,
numb Paris, numb Paris...
Elba...
goat,
geiß - gąś - goose - stratum!
kindred SS man
or the ****** joke in Auschwitz -
100 years... then szkodliwych...
rekindled... at least what took place
in Auschwitz was also said: Eva Braun...
5 years... not 100 years and fake,
and almond culprit...
5 years and the gas,
a chemist suffices...
100 years of ******...
the jokes coercing Auschwitz with Hastings
are but candle-glamour for what
nimble in wax, be turned to enshrined stone...
memory: was never to be a Disney.
i'd prefer the uncanny - Schubert bound
high-class death,
that this horse-bound harking a phelgm
to no rebuilding founding:
Pilate washed his hands of Yehu
Pilate washed his hands of Ishra;
Solomon is
placed in the House of Saud -
and a quarter - toward the tumult
a desert of white fog,
a *** fetish...
and you jogging after Honolulu in bone, gene
and lava...
sunken lung, shiva's "star" of anise -
that spoken of eye -
said green, said envy,
said but once in absent-mindedness - an absinthe -
crystaline in milk -
heaving the ache of mind
and the heart as copper in a lacklustre of
former hope of nurtured hearts' gain:
with painter as kindred and unison with a plumber's
to the death toll chime: an eon worthy
a sneeze, if that be a sneeze to
rekindle colour in spring, and moor in auburn
lazed...
and between extremes:
the two deserts -
and that i be bound to the tomb
and the stone,
and the fox tornado tango of the trial
that would never be a Friday of what would
always be: a revealing noon:
be it orb, or be it scythe -
be it Everest, or
be it the flute in the dough of Nepal as enshrined
for the arithmetic of shadow:
pauper plato... pauper plato...
pauper
one and all...
if we all but possessed the luxury
conversation...
but none of us possess the
capacity to treat conversation as a luxury...
conversation will never be a luxury,
given the fact that we decided thinking to be primo,
the luxury... to re establish conversation as a luxury
we have to prevent thought from innovating...
from invigorating...
but since conversation cannot achieve this paramount...
the only achievable parallel suggestion is to talk about nothing:
and think about everything;
likewise to think about everything:
and talk about nothing -
and as Heidegger expressed:
we are non-being in number,
because nothing negates
a quantity -
how then to rainbow into a presitent
continuum? chameleon culprit?
only via an elasticity of language...
thus 10 am gives gallop toward horizon
and sun, and i am furthest from staging a continuum
of what i am an example of:
man, husband, father, partner, son, cohort, cohesion...
i feel no reference point in having to demand from a per se, the nearing-claimant pejorative antidote, other than the one i have aspired to as merely a sand-castle, rather than the bombastically-fuelled pyramid.
"feels" freckled,
or that ginger is abhorred,
or that orange is
queeny -
leisured at -
a bat-haven.
poetry is words
philosophy
only punctuation -
take to fathom a Norwegian
acid bath...
murmur of marrow -
then the chemicality of Hermes -
what exists:
globally under ****
sloth: lo
so
dough
cop
eerie navy
and nazal -
i,
am, centrist.
blister
scold...
b l i s t e r
s c o l d
b l i s t e r
scalp and the mustard:
khaki khaki khaki!
coca cola khaki!
father says otherwise,
****** and puritan pirranha -
Warsaw subway girlen -
frozen, minus bowtie + yurt dover -
****: closure and escapism
from war, entry point: *****, your culture.
as the joke goes:
the jews spoke more zion than they spoke
yiddish: baalam - donkey-riddle -
but at least jesus entered jerusalem,ioe
or the tool-forge of alpha blo blo Indi.
Nikita...
cobbler smacker...
shoe fits fine...
now you juggle GDP
against cabbage... and horse-radish...
iron eagle no hail mary, no iron,
no golgotha... as intricate be:
american coca - lobside Xican milken -
NIKITA!
if i have my regrets... then i have my
love-letter... art... Juliet...
thus you have your politics....
if i have my regrets i have a chasm
to overcome,
in yawn as to conquer depth -
thus with wind, adjoin weaker slav -
german... german...
who said german inclusive anglican-sax
and svab-frank in Lorraine -
Iblis in Matador crimson quake,
numb Paris, numb Paris...
Elba...
goat,
geiß - gąś - goose - stratum!
kindred SS man
or the ****** joke in Auschwitz -
100 years... then szkodliwych...
rekindled... at least what took place
in Auschwitz was also said: Eva Braun...
5 years... not 100 years and fake,
and almond culprit...
5 years and the gas,
a chemist suffices...
100 years of ******...
the jokes coercing Auschwitz with Hastings
are but candle-glamour for what
nimble in wax, be turned to enshrined stone...
memory: was never to be a Disney.
i'd prefer the uncanny - Schubert bound
high-class death,
that this horse-bound harking a phelgm
to no rebuilding founding:
Pilate washed his hands of Yehu
Pilate washed his hands of Ishra;
Solomon is
placed in the House of Saud -
and a quarter - toward the tumult
a desert of white fog,
a *** fetish...
and you jogging after Honolulu in bone, gene
and lava...
sunken lung, shiva's "star" of anise -
that spoken of eye -
said green, said envy,
said but once in absent-mindedness - an absinthe -
crystaline in milk -
heaving the ache of mind
and the heart as copper in a lacklustre of
former hope of nurtured hearts' gain:
with painter as kindred and unison with a plumber's
to the death toll chime: an eon worthy
a sneeze, if that be a sneeze to
rekindle colour in spring, and moor in auburn
lazed...
and between extremes:
the two deserts -
and that i be bound to the tomb
and the stone,
and the fox tornado tango of the trial
that would never be a Friday of what would
always be: a revealing noon:
be it orb, or be it scythe -
be it Everest, or
be it the flute in the dough of Nepal as enshrined
for the arithmetic of shadow:
pauper plato... pauper plato...
pauper
one and all...
if we all but possessed the luxury
conversation...
but none of us possess the
capacity to treat conversation as a luxury...
conversation will never be a luxury,
given the fact that we decided thinking to be primo,
the luxury... to re establish conversation as a luxury
we have to prevent thought from innovating...
from invigorating...
but since conversation cannot achieve this paramount...
the only achievable parallel suggestion is to talk about nothing:
and think about everything;
likewise to think about everything:
and talk about nothing -
and as Heidegger expressed:
we are non-being in number,
because nothing negates
a quantity -
how then to rainbow into a presitent
continuum? chameleon culprit?
only via an elasticity of language...
thus 10 am gives gallop toward horizon
and sun, and i am furthest from staging a continuum
of what i am an example of:
man, husband, father, partner, son, cohort, cohesion...
i feel no reference point in having to demand from a per se, the nearing-claimant pejorative antidote, other than the one i have aspired to as merely a sand-castle, rather than the bombastically-fuelled pyramid.
