Wikipedia Poem. No. 866
Bad manmade structures effluent as a pistol and Caprus, while a
good more easily in
marmalade darkness, can lose
things dreamt amongst millennials is that a terrible
parts per trillion of iridium
in engineering a recalled forecast about 2 years into the Lycus.
The most common lyre is time
has died during an outflowing of the alien. Laodicea
is a ball. It's an outflowing,
inescapable parts perform
more violently, about
20 parts per trillion of
you can lose
your thought, dear reader, what a dogged lover
or gas to go to:
The figurative thing is the alien.
Laodicea is my substitute for a
philothaumaturgical body of water, Asopus and
their waters; Asopus an
Are things of water
outflowing or are there magic
ends, while a good more
easily my substitute
forecast something like 2 years into any
water or gas to go: They last approximately 2 years into
the figurative thing of iridium dreamt there
amongst the sheeply
hills between the shapely forms of the bad moon
in small rivers Asopus and Caprus, while a good
more easily in
my substitute forms bad moons in
their waters, Asopus and Caprus,
while a god, more
easily in my godhead, news performs more violently
and it's a ball.
It's the figurative forms of a performative structure.
Effluent is my substitute.
Forms bad-out like a fan of marmalade structures.
Effluent is their water or gas-to-go: Where the
form more easily
engineer a chemical reactor. Fluent, more violent,
about 20 parasite dreams per beknighted forgotten desire
amongst millennials. Situate the long spur of iridium
in magic... shucks,
we're talking about
time, someone has to die.
Only about 20
parts per trillion of you can lose the figurative thread.
Forms made into a milkshake-like lattice. Effluent
is the difference between
lover-of-magic bodies and given bodies between the
terrible parasite dream, millennials,
outflow of advertising
structures. Effluent, in reverse,
returns to the figurative think tank
what a lover knows is how to make figurative
the inescapable parts
per trillion of you, Bouton-de-Roses,
that a terrible end fears ends.
Are we thinking in English again? is like what a terrible
dream amongst friends.
Floating down the Caprus, while a good more violently,
about 20 parasite dreams
attempt to bring forth the common alien in law.
Laodicea is hell.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 864
ultimately — untimely
from the old english
("to suffer") and repines
recoils in 1820 his diction
in pain contain
Wikipedia Poem, No. 847
above through the
poem a little bit
ephemera — document the wiki-stuff
and eventualize back
in some consistent stanzas in
context backs movement
movement jars current
the jarring movement
the jars of current
the poem above a little black slice
of the stanzas in some
bloom of ephemera
the derivative movement
Wikipedia Poem, No. 820
for Deantoni Parks
The forest is nothing but a single strand of spider’s silk suspended in wet air.
the woman on the silk bus spiders
forest asked if i was suspended jewish of
is i said what she said in strand
nothing are you jewish i said single
but my father was wet jewish but
a she said good i said air nothing
single nothing she wet said is
strand there are a lot in of good forest
of jewish people the suspended
spiders i read the silk bible every day
silk i said nothing she spiders said forest
suspended were goofing to win you know is
in im christian she strand said nothing
wet jews and christians single but
air are a lot alike weave a
wet got to protect one but another single
in she said weve got nothing to win strand
suspended this war is she said of
silk and got off the forest bus spiders
these might be bad translations
but at this moment they are
the only translations available in english
Nous avons traversé la nuit sans délivrance
We have passed through the night without deliverance
sure it’s accurate but
the translator must also be
a most loving octopus
Wikipedia Poem, No. 813
treestars of spture mythstrongle
ot reman asay
thru that throe the myth
the d turngth t away
me ought thru wood of the coripturipturu trer
dyour fic lo, inter
or ong sofoot and cut it therupt browna
but i am s vacat tur coul as that say.
like we th caror belling the thoughat ito deandled
mythru dundayssertit is the beasts like earth caroes.
the ble toes. the ben? an.
rigularlievingle, new south by gild men?
oking woode the churoes.
look a cle corn equist.
and whe cory, thalf-s vacasts at is myth one
of the dusay. what myth o deat yourner.
the s hists. to picorner coulook ight ts.
the bour owe do, savay of my grt. myth
the does nd whaway. i prot is the e corned tof the!
humand wharth, a st youripturly exist. does dusk.
does dusk. oneaf lath againter for beasts
not it ist thess. a streed. motive cornd turner.
is vacorneru tre to e the delayths. to say me that killes of speedcorner own.
our lled of thru dusk. lookiner. nat tuild mud.
was ke ourly express exist. the twispecif langularlina.
was ke our the thato deacant. r.
nas melina. of specifific le to
strond ratly ag wood cut.
Wikipedia Poem, No. 804
dancing motes of grasshalms
of manchester or trinity
yet to have been made whole
somehow by countries
which had relapsed
into appreciation those countries
halming the nasty english vocalature
grass thatchwacked up and
into the ol' english nose — achoo! such wind! —
which had like a holy cat o' whip
that vampiric futurism
least appreciated by the latin culmus, stalk great
merely insofar as its industrial revolutionaries
plume up and out and into and over the city hollows
wholly contained therein as a bauble
for those who lash mercy's baetylus — speech
the wretched witch
for other tongues of other men;
veteris ex nova
Wikipedia Poem, No. 797
al-nakba i’m so impatient
the literary saga is no saga at all
garners various guilt and guile
pen as video edited amongst soft reign
ya shaabi qawim y
youtube denies her house arrest
digging her trial and youtube conflict
placing her under doric splits like columns
ya shaabi qawim y
self-imposed house arrest of martyr
poets my people recite and resist
wrapped like a mummy in laurels
ya shaabi qawim y
international debates over free speech
facebook discrimination youtube and wit
separate seed from the harvested plant
space love the court condemn the nazarean’s
ya shaabi qawim y
my pen blooms daily condemns the court of
men says i am restricted to dig below my pen
wrestle the angel of the lord of cease and resist
organize with threat the whole world will hear
legal and recite jail democracy in the hands of
video confine me to pale attacks on poems tea
i’m so impatient media in a democracy is a decision
i’m so impatient she garners the internet
The road is so long…