Concordant Opposition

may rooms: welcome them. uneven bits, somebody
against boating, a sincere but almost inaudible
libido. december's a memory. her zones know my last
temperature: what ease, what citizenship, this flagrant tide.

2.

music meant two things,
the first is forgotten. the second we
never outguessed, lost
intervals, lost
in our frightening check-boxes.
Americana romance signals only
beer bottles, worthless tchotchkes, gnomic
appraisals, and punching-bag...did i ever
tell you the story of a hundred
smuggled pieces?
Gershwin ate nine and wrote
from a position of knowing the other
ninety-one raucous chunks.
applause.

3.

Wielding those jaws, those lips, those optimal
positions, the gorgon stands atop Perseus. He looks pretty
dead. The ending is implied by the burning
need to re-write the passages that welcome
our intrusion—

Common houses opposed; young love pulverized or made trivial; trivial love made
large, in magazines slick and undeterred. Shades, ghosts. A Spiderman
in every notional Parker. Settings incised on gauze stuttering out wounds.

We stab at the hibernated mammals, hoping to borrow their fur and
swallow their glands; hoping to wrench a missing and from the language,
instinct for renewal.

4.

This registered pommel fits an unregistered pommel, glints
all crazy like. Sunshine says happy days are lived and re-lived.
If sun is shined, pommel fits and pommel does. The punkahs
keep us corded, coded, qualified in cool retreat. Punkies bite,
pounce, eject principles; kings o'er-brimming our clammy cells!

Trounce weight. Apricots. Unsung buckets
of pleasured ladybugs individuate and divide. A fissure
is welcome summer, a captivation, a queen.

What varieties of staple, which clever fanglet, any fanglement
primes with its prism and game, like a Fibonaccified statue,
pre-ordered and pounced upon. Vital and never at a loss,
Georgia penalties the DUI, .08 is the new Prague,
wretched and toothed. Chechnya voids vespoid ships,
obliterates the theme formicid, sacks Troy and progression.

Sing it oily, myrmidon lubes long the desert!

5.

The first known kites, no capital or interest.
Financed sky, commodious to fly onions through.
Weather-wise, a vapor corrodes the trade routes
or at least the tracings of yen. The pattern

looks like the remotest edition of this week's
tepid signifiers. Recognition of iconography
ain't knowledge, motherfucker, yet the cosmic bone
provides me with only: grief, which maketh no man's meal.

The Lord Jiggery-Pokery, a fantassin quack,
all chevrons and lace, collector of Star
Trek insignias and Capricorned dirt. Trash palace
is his fortress of soliloquacity, his homely sling roop.

As doojigger is thingummy, so Lord won't pay, instead He passes off
sixseven words for five transmissions, brakering a sack of grain
and...OOJAH all over again! Quack quack. Shifty king-poke
purchase made a piggery-jokery of us all.

Quickly, king the checker count; count coxcombs
disgorging gracefully full suits of spades,
no finale means only spades brewing a sedaps Jesus.

6.

Swiping bones from the Ossuary of
Jifna, Barney Structure, columbarium man,
accidentally tatterdemalion, wandered looking for some grub.

Onomasticon angels, parting name from ninety, by legends of their own give
crank to childrens. The moral, finally, is Orphan Annie had X-ray visions
that never kindled climax. This spasm of composition
moralified the widgets and melted the tide. Barney again,
dank-mannered and mystery-glued, went out for a
chiseling but came back with a horned grebe,
common goldeneye, american wigeon, and other
degenerated eagle-forms. "Spin faster," and, retrograde
to their desire, sperm grind into metals and dust. Cop,
seedgate diplopia becomes you!

Bastardy Barney, victim of refractive error. It's as
the ballistocardiograph misreported: Grave. Barney. -ation. In actuality,
fetching traum radiance winder, umber see ball-flower,
a ballade of Falun Gong, glib, interejaculate. Estrus test
warned us of heightened textual receptivity, mood puke Centralia
avenged my dad the great fire. He interviews well
but his heart is clangered. Never,

he reckons, in the dawn, missing only pieces
of purpose. Ephphatha hangover, nose
to the rindstone epeolatry, of Chuck Promise
and Chuck Portent. This
fermented coruscation slants grubby. Expect less.