Thursday, November 8, 2007

Fog nation

Bespoken prairie trees please a bright sight
there rambled entocamble reburstant airfights
contrite, despite ever opening in the night
around us falling floundas in the crown of brown down dust hounds us
hounds breaking ice from the root of lungs to the ozone playing mystical aboriginal
twisted cap rapper, in bleeds through the plastic, practical receptacle of rational dydactics
cracked tactics matches the mad patter up tick
why the crucibled contrainer to the plain train remainder is
in the nose of the winter flows earedencent nominal leaf-form
pre-torn miscellaneous on the returned scorn
born of nothing taller than Christmas tree's keeping to the
middle of the mitochondriac's shower where we wipp up the mighty, calibration's writing under cubically created pseudophononous metaphors.
Back in tiny, misreminded, abscent-cresting megadomes
Multiracial tempero-spatial agriculture moves the mown
Preambulation, we circumvent
the internet and in the wrent
fabricated plankton scaled with aristocratic demitones
hones your carburator calculated stereoscopic prone
under capitalized commercial eyespeck this will see the ending
of the blistered background mister tongue-twister tetrabending

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

And thoroughfair

Half the stop gap halves the hair
elongated stairs, untold despair
arrangements arraigned for inexplicable stains
of a paign camp on the coyote's holiday

the Pilsner's dilemna of pride or shame"
you can choose one or the other
but ...either "weaver suites her the same, claiming the hights of crumbling
mumbling, gnawing on the knuckles
buckles the blind in the drawing room framed
by light or by fright or by fugitive mind, we maimed the clear cup of constancy's flame
and forgot the forgiven forensic fistgrave

If I croaked in the coffin or confabulated a page
it was my reverse performativity performing a play
a retort to retorsion, untersely misgave
not a robot by the long shot on the cuff of the puff
shoring the letter up the linear raid, it cancels the actions and
tackles the shade
evoking a mystery if only for blame, gaming ahead in tangible's spade
mis-graded I ply for another concave

We're growing the dream in the funnel faucet film, freaking
on filibuster reverse socket steams, and creams the memes in the settler's beam
fixing the faucet or forcing the seams creating a washboard
all hordes on the floor
trip up your trapezoid organically bored
acorn wronged on the resonent floor bright in the skyhike moonlighting misformed
irrational rambunction reducible control

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

poem # almost 1

Wake up in the morning and its a quarter to three
I can't stop dreaming cause it's too hard to see
The green and the white
Caught in fight
And I'm quitting the sequel before they bury the tree

Bring me a pitcher, carry my flag
I won't be the last to marry for rag
Under told lipless, brilliant right
Pebbles innumerable canabalize the night
And argue sweet nothings between answering kytes

Estrangement, we thought was the order of the day
But simple remainders of cool marble clay
Arake in the mind
Alabaster pine
Conformist mis-matcher recinds the allay

Shaking my foot loose, shaking my foot loose, shaking my foot loose all day


Bonus buttons. Pre-post my ghost notes. A whip-like word warrior is running you down the beach, hot peach on the creature featch. A rarefied resource, polished poison-pill parlimentary tactics, you cringe on the sofa, saving the best for last and racies like maizies, crisscrossing contaminated cuniformularities, combinitorial outliers, astonishing though it may be, not a nullity nexeplexes any other night or abaloney pine-covered dustpack, tear-jerked around the town for formula or ornery expatriots. Their bare hair, breaks like a waterfall, mean pauls, eggshells, and happy helping of whatever we got left in the bridge, making over the page a silent counterrage. We got the croppduster dreamer, breathing on the steamer, cooking crispy milk to the tune-time telelogue of a million meger themers. Bringing the bread, by the boiler room makeshift, a fake blinking cursor on the egalitarian eagles reconstituted astronaut resume links the ramshakle answer that we never were looking for to the moon the sky and the six broken flies, like grand opera openning the earth with her scythe, tumbling road turnips throught the creaking ebber's high, we calculate, canabularate, accreate the acetate, pouring on the mayhem by the Aberdheenian twilight. A twill-coated load-mouth, fudging every through-back, beathing through the water a webnetted rainfloat, cancers the calling card carrying soupstarter to appropriate the blank-slate, recharged iron hate like a trial-run kangaroos institutionalized sermon-tie garage band.
No body carreens to the careful demise, a last ditch metaphor for a standard reprise, while mad monkey mechanics, a modder's paradise, erase estuaries, establishment pies. The abacus enters, completely unknown, demystifies andrews and complicates lives. Blockading the subject, rejecting the lies, the llemur demands a radical congregation for the unenduring apoptosis of metalogical spies: the eschatology in racecar drivers dual laudations is none other than the familiar archabstraction of salvation as binary acrostic, cunning absolute, neandrathalic apology, and barristers empty arrangment of alchoholics' shoes. Your toenails are hopped, the cranberries' fouled, and mightily making its ambrosiac fold is the folate approbate, capital sold, arriving by canaries on anchovie hold, to wish by proxy or uncleared, overdue books for the wizening whitecaps to wash over the bold unimportant correspondences with a bee's sneeze, sez vou plaise, and while we're at, demarket the orangensaft and any predictable effects that have been recommished or adomishingly handed over beyond their best before dating practices best conscribed to the military or any other sport. Ecuminical monkees reinforce, notice devorce, agronomy of sorts, nigh sighted arround the auror's effluviant, greek theater cupcake, or top tauist's retreat.
There's a running for the money that the Rowing Oaks won't find. My bet is the mad declention of the fifth favourited line. When we were requisting by serendipitous spite, the accumulated tolls of the entertainers last rite, I bleeped out the periodical compiled by the bedside to remember uncertianly with only candlelight, the necessarily ordinary requistioners blight. Norbert is not amused. But he will be.

about computer systems and their relation to the sign industry.

We crease, easily dreary after twice untwinning, but orangements have been made for an third think that we have coming. A cubic alley, swaying apart in tartly tarnished turnpintines, firemans' yellow apart of the minty malt soda ashen deductions, curls semaphorically right-side the rolled snooze-papers parry. (bought) Brown hat, pre-sweat sweetened, belonged on the brighter brim daysie don, question-marked cycle-clock, blistered or, having never broken, merely leavened, smallpalmed pencil parking lot, but, we are oh-so-pleased to have been told, is instead treading uneven black hair and collecting, as it were, on preabled premises, a nominally pronominal aswagement of curt crayon particles, who have been otherwise or not, not unnoticably neglecting the near-neck nevernurseries of an esteemablely absent five modular mens, two of whom are jepordizably wo~, but being brushed nickels of the creamy silent variety, ne'er took notice of the nulled dust that didn't unduly undulate their pre-cancerous kerchief holders.
This is a slimey business, not offten enought lost under the overseers, glowing rowers, rowwers, and blick-backed brick bauers. A steamy vat, is, at least an oily underpasses, precisely the purchase a make-a-day maladjusted prize-fighter, androgenously figureened, would want weathered, sanded, touched-up, and carefully creased, so as to moisten the middleton science of byproduct penchants. I for one, briskly pendantic and uncovinced, broached the necklance thoughtout coffecakecroutons once upon their taptime, abjectly observed afterby nose-creed spiral-box groccery carts, and we were certainly all well informed, if not before crotch then well well beyond the scope of the this thaumaturg, that--THAT-- many blind tigers arching the story boat, cheap-skate of goat sandie, forgave, on more than two occasions we can only conclude via the contrivances afforded the notetaker whose shoes, somewhat unprofessionally I might add, did not agree with the established heirarchy of draconical organ arrangments, and thus them professed a rather colorectal afformentioning of propriatery and utterly pointless footnotes. No wages were deducted thencewith, so I will entruck, amid myriad speculation, the full semantic fecundity of said situations back over propogations, to claim, to foot, that our original untriangular dispossition was not entirely the result of deposits, properly programmed for suretainly, but ansponished an additional currant of sophistication, not of course by historicity or ever hip-ness, but empirically contraindicating a blue-white collar corollary to the universe that many road-side emergency preparedness metal painters have despicably ununfurled.
We have many honest moments ahead of us, and I am troubled by the alliterative contingencies that scour a tenaciously tefloned telephone while reclining any illustrious ne'erdowells (the only tempting iconoclast thereof who perchance perches on the axon is Winnie-the-Pooh) to the topological equivalent of an gargantuan (correct me if I'm wrong) wellington booster rockette, ably-crafted though always balanced with journalistic," integrity . "But don't consider any of these unremarkable nathaniels to be in any unusual sense of the sword abberant, but seamlessly crystalize all mentions of the Diety toward a more unromantic recapitulation of, "perserverence.
"Doubt, if it flitters neurealisticly, is the least of our concerns, and we may as well consider a statistical deviation of the plural from the singular as a ready-made sign affecting our completely wasted arrival. I, however, was still pleased by the way with which a stalwart headbeam, white, not blue, mind you, glanced upon me, thrice convoluted, and nearly lit a match between the major-haves and the minor-havethknots. Seven ravens could have hounded any brilliant iambitante and yet once again abdicated their aservices without any constabularites irregulare to offset their carbonic carapaces. This is but only of the washing town's way to assert itself.

age of technology is relatively new to me, but in the short space

I agree with all that has been said before, even the events encrouching our exoskeletal limit. Implored, though I was, to harvest mightily, and a hawk is a lonely hunter, it, by which is meant that which was therewith written, should, morally speaking, surprise noone, not a one, in the least bit signitorially, that, by which is meant these things here which are thusly dereferenced, I never mananged the complete aggregation of the aplumbatic apostrophes, either through carefull onotologies or unrepentant reneges. The unascriptive repetion of reason, a season for all seasons, soiled by narative revisionism, my mouth-watering mmm, made, nevertheless, on these silky shores an unimpressionable depression of button A. The most interesting sentence I can say about books in general is that they are long; no author sought casuality, certainly not causality, but more often their own casualty in the penning. A prime pump, if we must condescend to defite such a term, is precisely the remainder of cheese cake confiscated when lessly partitioned or morely mentioned to the plebian authorities, unbeknowst to himself, the contraband that shimmies and occasionally, with all the appropriate gusto of a novice squade afficer, inserts a semi/silvered exclamation by way of spiral hopper, but really copper, onto the projective expectations of electric empires and wins, not a demanding penury or concrete hyperlatives, the majority toastmaker's seat in the plenitentury committee, composts, spots on and, with luck, off, a very truthfully expensive wine of a tango. I brought these homophones home, irrespective of national politicss, but anabolic thoughts commit a raisin's edge of hope to crayon criminality. Apotato, I hope.

Horseshoe: join me now!