julee (cut-up spam poem)

and melt the spirit; his mouth stroke
from the left, stands on billows, holds
a terrifying beast; Docteur and Madame
Machin, who marked with a dark stroke
this Archangel winter... kind of snow,
which hesitates to hold a sky - a kind
to try that, to hold guarding at the edge
of my vast keyhole, there blows a gale,
darkness on his back to hold timepieces
that we call the winter crop... special
birds bronze the sky covering the land,

try a terrifying beast form, marked
with a dark stroke: this unreadable
terrifying beast