November 2009
2 posts
hieroglyph inhalation
weaseling with words man thats fine tuned
petering on the verge of lurching foward
aluminum foiled the act in the second scene
we react like plastic people to benzene
all screaming playful interestingly absurd
the word tirade falls into clay mannequins
band-stand dance to the fan’s chagrin
nothing left is sacred ‘xcept what’s within
The Birth of Mysterious Lexicon from Inconspicuous...
Out from the cavernous vacuum radiates syllabic emissions
the forthcoming fornications of form and emptiness
grasping with dry hands wisps of fog
a bed of leaves that you sit on, spiritual advancement,
alphabetic perspiration why can’t i find you before the sentence
ends?