Reflection of an eye am #8: impress ions

instant wilderness of pineal gland

chiaroscuro smile

drop (of) it

pwoermds #3: stolen fondant

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8jtcj (cut-up spam poem)

some other childhood
is seized from higher
than you have oscillate
this has moved toward
any woods, close by, the
orange smell that quenches
every ray, nonentity in
most intense room... she
sits, brighter green to come,
astonished that you have
turned partly to stone, partly
the absence of fog from
juice factories with visors...
in the woods, writhing their
stunted limbs, pulpy stone -
absence of you close by,
brave recreational vehicles
in search of paths of
another childhood.

Doesn't understand love (headword collage)

cats and freaky cows
flopping dices amid
the gloom, there, up
on the pole, cowboy
doesn't understand
love and breaks up
this retail sting stuff,
pomes & witchcraft
for teens, cheer up -
tell you how i really
care about yeelin' &
sexy dictionaries...

tool keeps slipping out (cut-up spam poem)

Baronesses always laughed at me
in the urban lavatory... this platform is very
murderous, but I took over world-market
and smiled for 6 months - space is often
split this way, for two hours or more

it seems we have lost - together

or even more complex - only my mind
and some issues with ballet... good girl:
I appreciate this map with your pictures

take this gift, I reach and buy wings
to get out of here...

Rain - we are forced to fly (cut-up spam poem)

the snowflakes are swirling, blotting out
wheezing ravens, when his sightless eyes,
grey as stunned salamanders, are only
empty niches blighting the airy oaks...

these poetic images are safe to use, they
scuttle along archangel's memories and
people - people might not see the walls.

OEM (serial cut-up spam poem)

OEM-SERIES (parts 1-2 / 4)

I.
Meaning of OEM

folded
cloaks of a
dark viking
schoolgirl
on vacation

...oh, too much
truth on the
path of child-
hoods green
lilac bud in
its dark
cape of fog

heart like an
ice-berg at
chilly dale,
sharply the
sea curves
allowing that
lie covering
the truth, the
earth beneath
her feet...

waffles, berries
and sneezing cake
on the road,

all timepieces
like straits

billows
call her
to the
sea

the
sea


II.
What is OEM

pile of corpses
lying massed
across juice factories...

I discover nonentity
from the absence
of stone, partly as
a crack beneath
sightless eyes -
I must go through
where pulpy orange
smells across the
horrilble stone...

and I go through

between radiant
creation of smoking
fire, pile of pallid
waste & snow haze that
gleams on the ground

there's the outside
of this room

joy that stands out
when arctic wind
cracks through
flying absence
of nonentity
heavens

lily (cut-up spam poem)

dreamy dollars -
what can we do at
the end of light?

the mystery of the
missing ships hemmed
by glaciers

what can we know
of what can we
show and what is
the road we know...?

whatever for me -
my only thought:
inevitable blizzard
at his lips and white
bees vanishing in
picture-plane and

a trumpet in the
masonry, circle of
chaste, as lovely as
sound of stiffened fur

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arrow-head is my
only single floral stroke.

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