Thrips
Fastfwd
the scaleself
that
atomsplits the rootworld
and
tropes the fleshlight
in
statistic siftiness in profile of
gridded
submarine
in
the game of Battleship,
coalashed
pipthrips
kilned
into desire or murked over
with
what you mishit.
The
splinters and isintegration of
humed
summer when we cleared nettles
certainted
a dreambilingual inertitude
until
upon us landed these signs.
One
is cartesian apostrophe.
The
headhole isitself atissue as it
pezdispenses
implemelts in their pullaces.
The
therivative rootfoot is foound
in
worldriven jewel-cases & picture-frames.
So
sings its compression-song.
There
is a self at the end of the
finger
in the slept dust, a whaleflake
surfaces
from the floorboards.
The
animals destroy nature by
deploying
thought-fragments
in
the therefores a cogitatory
iamb
adheres to clothing
to
seethe the claggard minutiae.
Semicolonize
your skin in finitessimal
splinterments.
Crisistalks continue
impingingly
emdash into embodimelts
of
dwindliness. Language divides its
elf
in a poem the dust lifts to reveal be
tween
a leaf these displeasures of
extremities
sinking under a voice
an
underdome descreed.
The
house fell off me while I
was
asleep, I slept in
the
liftable paperflap
heart
in Descarte’s De Homine.
Bluebottle
Blubber your syllabilly tremblone,
betatest
dreams above your workstation.
I shall
spend my next five days
letting
light lose itself inside a screen
neuromarketing
an ingestments portfolio
until a
piece of me opens and images
exit like
flies from a headwound.
If the
air spoke inwordly.
nobode of
the deathsent is
murmurmuring
into an eartomb’s
elevensing
to milkclot the governmeat.
Listem
the striplit signsongs
the
schlosch of heroshimmers
the
cleptoparasite sups, ushers, shushes
upon its
gluts of ingotten illgots.
Crystaleyed
the wind somewho
flows
like a house at night and creates
words the
length of tongue, refracted to
myself
yet goes crazy as a cast of
silence
and nightblooms inside
longunsung
songs we understand.
Children
cloud round us and from some
where an
animal is still sobbing:
it so
much wants to be human, to
build a
house that is sentence, the wind
sticking
to us the names of things.
If our
eyes break open weight of dayness
we
accentuate the apple in its bowl
its
blue-green shiny back sickens
into the
song the illness of words.
Ichneumon
Sumer is icumen
are the
children all in bed
the
wormonger is
unprogramed
& sawstruck
by
hypoderm of demi-sheath
she
feghteth nat gladli wt ye serpent
hascos
& to unnerve the worm
embeds a
broodthirsty jaberror
or
arrowslits a crockadrill.
The
Misuscular bride, she arms her
telescopiform
eggtube leavalives
the
surgical target-grub, its pinhead
with
implathable facetism
impregnate
severybody
with a
heatseaking stickin
jection.
Her hourglass
waisted
secuitry of motherlove
since the
unnameable cry in the night
with
unaccountable eyes is hers
until
enemerges the unembodied pulpoet,
learns
syntax of the pupivorous ventinlet.
The
analytical engines of the line
emusculate
the bodymelt
for the
mechanico-maternal incubust
to
eyejack the hostess, hearteaten
nature is
telephoning us in sleep
to say,
Sumer is no more.
