Thursday, April 21, 2011

... mand s

  Commands Monstrous deeds

                                 through the paranoid streams then we . ran. no,  she came , no she ran  ,  came.  she ran   ,   came second   .   Seconded by breath   spilling the invincible infinitive t o its . placid 
    Mona how it hurls the language. No that's rong , it's wrong .

We came by the water, breakers curled up round the raft. Our dashboard. No, it's the mother board. She call it. Who ? Mona calls it pavement blue red green turquoise  green with basalt salts thrown in.

 Over the rain. 
                                 The beggar hock by jowl. Jolly thing... no, it's working it's plague electronic __________Mona shields the past! Zing! Bang! off theshield. Good Jill boxed by her hens and . and the blue ship holding water... hanging at the bay and  it took water all afternoon in the deep spirit of things...

Jill was belonging
                               She was belonging . And far to Ghent she went. Fair to the smooth inn of the potbellied. And over London town haze and glow of twilight and .
Rivers smooth as buttocks. Rustled by gods and their banter. Pah! If the hefty water pushed us  .... that was grain ... and salt along the riverbank  

                                   Rivers swell as riant  rivers do
                    Pushing the nape of things
                                                                             there   ~ 

Saturday, April 09, 2011


  Sharing her song word sex. Hex to the double union. An auction an unjunction to freeze the unseen woman . Fresh from the powder room. She's roared back to the quay. Along the Paris

pier nothing but Poe in the pillars, pie in the sky, she's belted around the good bad and ugly, the goons.

Those way she's silver to the room and the moon's going in backward to her  well. Her well-scene cage and the  sibilant hour    ~ .  IF she lays cotton down there's no perambulator for the thing. Then ebb tide tilt and spending forward she's knows she's got grass green. Having hung out the wash, and a  moiled sky  . No combat furthers her vibrant modesty. Nor waiting for a smoked out verb, a register nor a regiment of cabin liners. Habderdasher never miss a moment. Amber and green and uphilted around her low button shoe.

She's remembered the memory and frosted its taste. Glass and silver and orange crates. And she's certainly not a two time town crier!
Huff she goes and comes round the end of the page lancing her pace. A giddyup gallop  wisens her up. Over the top she comes and this way she sees the end of the  inexhaustible hour,a  radiant marks her place. A breath a lung  a ringing cache of panhandling phantom union. And not closer than a cup tie she's made it . Her bet. Back to the Sorbonne she arrives, and now it's 1978. Early and easy on her career modest efforts to break the unity of the spare rib, and sapient to her Reason.

So Jill and the rest of the gangling gals.

                                            Everyone knows heading whichway   ~ .