Sunday, April 11, 2010

Time

Times's the fat peeler of onions and rent the reader blesses her tent whirled by the fox to its culvert and the something something of psyche. What do you say about that Mister Intensity?

           Time the chain and dog moves in a truck. Over the pasttime of psalm. Hanging bells and funky ragatag muscles in the maudlin covering. The word  fuss is that which means deshabille. And sees its arrant rational wing come down. The spontaneous play and effort  make up for what 's been gone.   A mutant percept and along the hand's ridge a cutting close to quickness.


  ____________Fanny arriving late considers the angles. Angels, dates, and palm trees lining the boulevard, the blizzarad makes up for the less and the rest.