place beads
there
the god wakes
our supra rational deity.
what makes her fat?
is it fantasy?
let εἰκών flow with milk
noo noo noo
moo moo moo
iguana milk mother
open the door
to zirconia
stars inside, so many stars..
a reamble pulse
sort of bean
gag her hundred times
times hundred
times
foogoo gigoplax
nigod dogod godog
yess yes this mind
has become
mushy.
*
the dark chords and tendons
that prop up my corpid form
leave hollow
the body of an instrument
the shell to sound the wind
a pulse flickering
like the pilot light
on an interstellar beacon
ducking on wave mountains
dripping in flecked foam
*
got a shuffle on.
got a shuffle on.
like argonauts
gracious,
loopy
being labelled.
microidia fabulous
inhabitants
of genomes and
present day cityscalps
embolism microbe
moist unweathered
fast fracula.
the true cubit macro
calculated to cut into
a metronome node
tuned into classic radio
instant argillaceous gravels
nematodes and flatworms
the horns of a ram
entombed into stone: a trident
the last latex Renault
hung like Foucault
got to go..
.. into a tar-pit