Tuesday, March 29, 2011

eating science

tines tines
rayed open succulented
graded tongue
slurp slidden in
open oystered

encephalo-glib
the gouache terminuous
of body color
belayed and qeuleched closed
in dark.
"again" she giggles.

and again she has it
cupped under waded fix
east barrel broken least

changed, drunk
fern the feast
closed at most

loved
least lived
oldened
crack casted 
opens emptied tides

creature
counted
scienced creature
dried
clayed
glassed
preserves
doctor jellied
microtised, tasted then
given up.



us eating

tines tines
rayed open succulented
graded tongue
slurp slidden in
open oystered
envaginate
encephalo-glib
the gouache terminuous
of body color
belayed and qeuleched closed
in dark.
"again" she giggles.

Monday, March 28, 2011

pooling tides (science)

cupped under waded fix
east barrel broken least

changed, drunk
fern the feast
closed at most

loved
least lived
oldened gived
crack casted heared
opens emptied tides

creature
counted scienced
creature
dried
clayed
glassed
preserves
doctor jellied
microtised, tasted then
given up.

hot sex

waste weaning fact loved
cloth brushes flush living
fast rent beaks brash bowl
leaning wire went
come to me

leavened clitorised
wordened
aloned
cleft love loosed
open bent soothed

oh, my hooved sty
wetted wilted creased
breathed in out overspent
lied

keep this
give to give
take from give
steal from lost
change limbs
metamorphosed

timed tea
a house of bats
buttered flat
fattened rubber
fasting chokes
an pillared illustration
inked
in paper books.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The milk man's new cancer

Drain the lustrous liquid
lid below the ponds of
of rods and cones, the loam
leaves chocolate streaks
in loose arrays.
These are farm cattle,
the fragile bones
selected form in bilious
creeping moth wing wisps
like open flowing water
to malarial pools.
ladies steeping in muck
their hyde a vinyl fur
disappearing like ghosts.

Girl Riding Tricycle

A striving up of old wheels.
A wicker ribbon endless yellow
yields a sickle cycle elbow bone
bent on creases in cement.

Ride like scarecrow
Arms out, wild sent, wind summoned
Like a beast breast
burrowing deeper in dreams. 

burning leaves

Lean in burt like tires
Smoke bakes barn sides bare
Work unshorn, shoes in wet grass

Old leaves a wet nest,
A pudding of decay
Staying pressed.
Stoke the baking slop

The ceiling pushes up
Tipis of smoke
And fossils of burnt
Powder igniting fires
Over the farm shed

While gravity rakes them
Back down again.