heart-o-pine, part two

heart-o-pine, part two The beginning is all I go to the springs for The thou and thee like I’m awake But spice-blown brows like mine Know’st knots no sailor ever Knew for the knotty Greeks roaming Forgetting, rocking me, oh me Watching history howl with no exit Cloven dry the whiles & feral dogs do... Continue Reading →

Manifesto D(ist)ress Code

  Manifesto D(ist)ress Code Relating to nature I could be imprisoned for one year And fined a few thousand That’s how threatening The human body has become To the Sterile Society, so me I witness to all ages Herewith: Free people who wish a free world Yes, free all those nekked buggers. Article no one:... Continue Reading →

Back pages, old sketchbook

I want to come back here again & see what has become of all that transmigrated while I was away searching for NEWS of best chances for better times and other preoccupations taken at face value for the multitudes waiting for a sign-boast of the future not yet ours But once ours is never to... Continue Reading →

A stormy morning as willowy Ophelia

A stormy morning as willowy Ophelia scours her way across Hibernia and on into the Hebrides & before me appear’d everything opened & closed & tickering re- elucidating esoteric principles & explaining mantra & clarifffnng a selection of bzerooul eleventh-century statues in Weeoigfyt Tibet together with many superb diagrams designedto “clarifv still & further more... Continue Reading →

blood pressure gizmo

While killing time between blood-pressure readings I close my eyes & scan the past stuck like bits of paper that slip down between the cushions and get forgotten until Vel.l#IO V£HSUS S0.lA3LISHMSN TnE BlTlDHIST JUNKMAIL ORACLE THb I&oen is mirhtier than the sky as a scr.oll alone could carry the complete story of all the... Continue Reading →

Cassandra revealed

She heaved the hove of harbingers Weaving droves a-swirling in the sky While tending to the messengers & gleaming silken metaphrases. Heaving the hove above a darkling sea, If ever she had words for anyone She tucked them in her hat & called Them mocking birds. Heaving Harbingers masked as mantises Praying for deliverance wherefrom... Continue Reading →

Rosalee, Leena, Iris and me.

Rosalee, Leena, Iris, and me. Stashed that one, see? It was all about station-haunts that packed our Trailways minds, see? We no, we didn’t talk in see-saw, no: he saying contrarian-wise, he be slinging locker talk, in case his Leena asked about nobody. But that Rose, she the thing, the queen of bought beer talk,... Continue Reading →

Constantine points

Constantine points his dirty finger up some marble sign extruded right out of belly hole chords they mightily sing angels umbilical across the abyss- inian desert fury wasteland holy hubba hubba the daily news rolls buttered with bile they line the bar bitter while salt-rimed eyes saw better days when bloody nights throbbing out on... Continue Reading →

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