Poem: (e)(g)(g)(s)
Created | Updated Apr 30, 2002
Goal: not to move
The riddled corpse
Addicted to sunshine
And
Three pieces of congealed mucilage
Roll a thunderous boulder out my back side.
Again and again.
Repeat then
Stop.
Purpose: find the transparent fundament of
The silent tornado
Twice twisted northward
A curved shape
And a marked stone
Neither short nor shallow
Rising nor descending
Leaving nor laughing
Forever and ever
Amen.
Ingredients: Peace, wax, heat, odours, barking dogs,
a piece of celophane, a fragile child, a bull whip, yellow yarn, a third
fist,
index cards, fractions, negligence, hydraulic lingerie,
a choice of beverage, noble gasses, and more wax.
Conlcusions:
Sometimes knives dull.
Sometimes (e)(g)(g)(s) hatch.
Sometimes a soft tissue tethered tires.
Sometimes the smoldering love eel wears a rash.
Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you don't.
You b*****d.
The End.
The riddled corpse
Addicted to sunshine
And
Three pieces of congealed mucilage
Roll a thunderous boulder out my back side.
Again and again.
Repeat then
Stop.
Purpose: find the transparent fundament of
The silent tornado
Twice twisted northward
A curved shape
And a marked stone
Neither short nor shallow
Rising nor descending
Leaving nor laughing
Forever and ever
Amen.
Ingredients: Peace, wax, heat, odours, barking dogs,
a piece of celophane, a fragile child, a bull whip, yellow yarn, a third
fist,
index cards, fractions, negligence, hydraulic lingerie,
a choice of beverage, noble gasses, and more wax.
Conlcusions:
Sometimes knives dull.
Sometimes (e)(g)(g)(s) hatch.
Sometimes a soft tissue tethered tires.
Sometimes the smoldering love eel wears a rash.
Sometimes you feel like a nut.
Sometimes you don't.
You b*****d.
The End.
