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| alphabet my alphabet starts with x and wends its way slowly from l to q via j and the last three letters of vico it lingers awhile on e and z then zooms to y hits high k burns the bridges from a to d twirls the b that comes before f except after h and rides roughshod over u it takes t with n and g (black night to queen's bishop three) lets w and m stroll along together hand in hand with paraclesus and ends up with a bright red question mark and an rsvp franklin rosemont (1990) |
| ceremonies in a polar garden the tempest unleashes an alphabet letters fall through the apertures of crazy angles to spell out the future uprooting the coarse of invention and enslaving the masters i calibrate the world and load my weapons focus my eye down the bore of utopian thoughts i'm looking for the blinding energy of a look a crop of reflections to be reaped in a winter of thorn when icebergs of illusions will melt to be served at high tea and the spaces between the poles pinned down like insects dreaming of the giant eye at the end of a microscope just as the stars are dreaming but they are laughing i see myself in the smile of a polar bear while turning the pages of an arctic sky reading the delirious lines that foretell the sovereignty of language and the rule of invisible birds nancy joyce peters (1977) |
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| cordoroy boy cordoroy boy plays with his toy in the closet he pulls it undercover like bond he bonds with his pond monster responds to her begging for gaging with pounding sounds of pleasure feather pickle tickles make grave walking dingle tingles up his spine and blow up in his mind like proximity mines approximately in time with bobbing throbs of his happy, sappy, gobs of gooey love glue who knew spew could hold so boldly to his sheets his most elite cleaning of his wet dreamy cream stains remain ghostly hosts to his spotted blanket parched, panting, and finished his fondeling cordoroy boy puts away his toy to enjoy his horny good morning dullmoofs, 1999 |