Saturday, January 16, 2010

over the winch

Flipped up yelp rumbling along... fresco and chalkboard the gunning style of quitting..the rifted wheat ...

over the r e ...s he's pointing finger in the high dragging sky... dragooned to her belly button ... puffed on the queer land... piece...

it's daring multiplying your sockets this way and in that manner tatooed arms and braced feet... the good ones the goated footsolidier of the Lord ... she'd spent the daymidnight at a woman's becoming helter-skelter that way no knew of the rampage her retarded limbs and locked hate the trap and pullulating the psychiatriste fiddlling with stringes... do you hear .. yes..t he ones within ..

and the others?

Fuck you was the reply she put on aboner clacked her nails
inside a binder
twinned the foolscap to her feet, and left papers a trail of messyhogwash

histiography to delay the ? the something other and other a prose thing
marked out with hours of errors and mistaken identities not remembering who she was ... and La Borde clinic was far off.. escaping with Janine Macintosh desiring machine at . o'c clock and then some others... that way they became coming and seeing...

-----------------Mona's inside a paperbaggage crate waiting her hairpin dogding all the billets and the bullets bouncing o ff the keen shell of her helmet

Not a head mind you, she'd left her head behind longtime ago past in another place down by the south outside of the other college gates
when the doctors of ontology bought their lunch slugging back water to cut the mustard and rivet the blues...



Fanny comes back definition to bait the ... crew.. shanghaied bandy legged! toot the whoot! ship the damn thing get it out of her.. you bucksome thing you finky thing.. we've had enough of that word...

its historiography....


Franny come home to Fanny .. her thing socking there.. veil to her sheening ... yes ye a s .. yes sir no sir yes sir no sir ...rrr ....