Monday, January 26, 2009

Notes

my max out surpasses a sax out blaring strident candid man did
I just stand there swing toss offcuts fluff toast crust off into a huddle of dark butts
Felt full of the feed that they scramble peck dabble at the foreign sweet oat
Draped coat peak and grope just like my feathered dinner host

ten autographed onto dinner note signed without questions
light wander must bellow the chants of this purple red objection
need not feed on the trader who passes through each not counting his failures
at all ever stationed at the one he wishes to swing from
balance flawlessly long spear carriers!
balance in the center of the circular synth sounds and beast gowns
and feel both sides as if my north and south pierced your structural resonator
Spilling rings among things when your body shakes barbaric
how it is found so foreign chokes and convulse so pathetic
for your speech is a scribbled spirit ball of sorts
which fades and dims just like every light source.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

This one is especially incredible.