No flow
timbre flicker
images we apprehend
today lambent
fluidity
are yesterday's oddity
far out words that used to
shimmer with
pithy
immediacy
are the sonorities of
the times
contemporaneity's gate
is the wool of your jejune
face court
out
faces works and melange
beggars float coruscates a night
by surfaces whit
is the light of dreams pharmacopeia
and melodies
are planets turning
in an authentic grasped by splice
night.
Meanings are not lost
but found turning as diction
is a dicey song corrugated by
madness’s choreography
until we claim
(by the bright night sunlight
is the fusion of our senses
by your pussy or extrasensory
perception) madness as light
and sanity as darkness
again
again again. Considering
authenticity I may decide
to sign my poem
anonymity a slip of the dic
tion tic
fillip frolics trix
abounds plainsong
with disparate discretion
recession the white page
is this paint
wetting your appetite
My machine Athena
Freudian alternator
friend of Zeus cant
melodious abridged
purpose
et rectitude.
Modern passages of Persephone’s
hues clue cue
to wait scrambling of a fudging
dark makes
yesterday’s intellectuality
sound like today’s
fuck fest.
Weather (pernicious) you get it
(essentiality) by virtu
ality or actuality
your getting
a whole Freudian slip
page that was yesterday’s
resonance, eloquence
today’s orgy
even by proxy
something smells like reason, money.
Now, maintenant watching the paint dry
on the white page
canvas for sales our pithy avant-
garde, lecture by inopportune
remediacy, a farcical neology?
the paint forms into opaque
imagery, seeming too verbose (extravaganza)
until perception enchants less
contrived
more sensory
trees outline the canvas edge
brushstrokes calligraphically open
palms and fingers touch
the borders of our science
our sex, love
reason for other
and this
page
dark and light
gradations
like the stages’ bite
apples vinaigrette
a pseudo-riche
women standing under trees
the stress
of the art of the moulding of paint
gathering to children playing
the fine pelt of skies
intoxication Munch-like
into the camera flash
of Sunlight.
14 Nov 2008
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