Friday, April 30, 2010

Monday, April 26, 2010

We Came Upon This Road







3. 

In time, one gets closer to the precious fruit. Back matter is leafed-through
Small, ungrafted and fine. An initial harvest ground in flames that, thankfully,
Did not oxidize before it was panned. In the past decade alone in the kore's mirrored
Shades--Only when lacking someone to do things for her, and the compact's

Baggage entrained, did she opt for the modern experience on a lovely beach.
Unthankfully, the speech and slide magicians find their way to dinner tables
Forcing the sticky taps in the facilities beyond. Composure, that is the compact
Between herself and the woman frowning hard, who stands on her left in the avenue

Of limes. An entire morning passes without a sound. Those inexplicable ways at table
Hoping to change her mind, until the thought of one's unlikely apparition walking
The shaded side of the road inclines the moistened cheek. To meet where your avenue
Withdraws from the road, my dust is crouching there. She is expected to stride forward

And clasp the approaching stranger of your shaded side, wrought on by your walking.
She thinks she is hurt by this doomed project or the answer lies in removing to a leafy
Glade. One darkly suspects she is asleep, yet she steps in floating dust, where you forward mail.
We set out for this path unencumbered by labors, which for a second, seems a girl again.





Friday, April 23, 2010

Skin-side Down

3.


In time, one gets closer to the precious fruit. Back matter is leafed-through
Small, ungrafted and fine. An initial harvest ground in flames that, thankfully,
Did not oxidize before it was panned. In the past decade alone, the kore's 
mirrored shades made the necessary
Apologies. Only when lacking someone to do things for her, and the compact's


Baggage entrained, did she opt for the modern experience on a lovely beach.
Unthankfully, the speech and slide magicians find their way to dinner tables
...

Friday, April 16, 2010

Infernal Terrarium Deux

1. 

Of many doomed projects the answer is, when removing a leaf
Always remove its stem as well. One of the great perks of this job
Is sometimes entering a terrarium, and climbing up the moss rick,
The overdetermined landscape where watering will not be necessary 

For months. It is good for the species inside, carrying on with odd jobs
Until joking among the survivors is more subdued, with a slight fogging
Among the sign-painter's casuarinas, snail's antlers until the necessary 
Instant we realize our devil of horticulture. With this pickup tool now raised

In blessing or curse, one end buried vertically with one end just barely fogging
The filmed sun like false cypress. Afterward, we seem to have Wholeheartedly absorbed the taboo, or else the bottle is in charge. After blameless years raising
Teardrops to drain in sand just as any dance interpreted by another choreographer,



Earth took of earth. Your purple lord is among the last to bloom, a quarantined lady's slipper
Has a strong cutout shape with a curled leaf
Though it begins blushing desperately in a dance hall propagating choreographers (who go there to find
A reeking aril, stagnant fount) watering your thirst there is, in the end, necessary


2. 


Descending with this new freedom, the unbleached bedding. Unbroken concrete by a much leafed-through
Volume in a room with windows along only one wall. A pet's honest look. Yours sits quietly at your heels
Lips sheening bright confitures, or perhaps just moistening its nose. What I did not want, those necessary
Issues for you to make your own. During the hottest time of day, he reads nothing. Muddling a cocktail


Of dry climates, with a drop taken in the evening when the rug won't lie down. Two winged heels
At the moment of catching violence grew moss. So you are not likely to notice the change,
Chalk flowers stampeding across the board. And though it was not a good idea to stir the cocktail,
He could not help himself, not wishing to talk. Nights are much cooler than days, with the gleam



Of the thing she wanted with the utilities paid. In dreams it is a refreshing change
To meet a woman mechanic. She conducted herself demagnetizing my scissors. Every tree
Spreading lichen, wherever you place them, becomes stiff as a home. A terrible thought gleamed
In the ménage of photosynthesis. We were astride the last machine, so the roadside wildflowers 


Lose none of their glamor. And yet always reaching for the brightest spot in the room, it bids you to change
The future's rumpled note. With notable defections, parrot tulips continue to lengthen once they're snipped, leafed-through,
Before they are thrown out in the yard. Astride the last machine obliterating wildflowers 
Our stems are all in a line. Moistening with a glass in hand, now make necessary arching toward the light.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Infernal Terrarium



1. 


Of many doomed projects the answer is, when removing a leaf
Always remove its stem as well. One of the great perks of this job
Is sometimes entering a terrarium, and climbing up the moss rick,
The overdetermined landscape where watering will not be necessary 

For months. It is good for the species inside, carrying on with odd jobs
Until joking among the survivors is more subdued, and a slight fogging
Among the sign-painter's casuarinas, snail's antlers, until the necessary 
Instant we realize our devil of horticulture. With this pickup tool now raised


In blessing or curse, one end buried vertically with one end just barely fogging
The filmed sun like false cypress. Afterward, we seem to have Wholeheartedly absorbed the taboo, or else the bottle is in charge. After blameless years, raising
Teardrops to drain in sand as any dance interpreted by another choreographer,


Earth took of earth, to lie flat in the rooting medium--a quarantined lady's slipper--with the attendant flies--projects the answer. When removing a variably yellowing leaf,
Though it begins blushing desperately in a dance hall propagating choreographers (who go there to find
A reeking aril, stagnant fount,) watering your thirst there is, in the end, necessary.







Monday, April 5, 2010