Pruning For Use
The Idius spreads like a platypus Bush
Motley Leaves strain strangest tea
The Bell-like Berries Tickle like nip
The spoon-like leaves -- inversion of dawn.
Engloved with love, a fiery light
My knife-like wife I seize for the cut.
Framing a Stance
Square and Sterile
Numbered Logic
Pure Exact
Enacted Solid.
Ascetic Weekend
Weekend's Green of Rhyming Timing
Set the pace for Rest the Week.
Damming Back select Expressions
Reservoir will reach its peak.
Scrutinize the Sun
My screw-tight eyes
Like thread-stripped bolts
Twist pinched cheeks
And Jaw-clenched throat.
Self-Reflection
Let the un-divine forget itself
Let Wisdom know her face
Let silence sing within her head
Let heartbeat keep its pace
The glowing sun self-fructifies
Like Ama at her glass
My thoughts like floating butterflies
Pollinate the Grass.
The Rose of Dawn
My rising thought
--Plump Maternal Pride--
Sweet peaches cream and Strawberries
Comes streaming from her sides.
\ ~@M@~ /
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2 comments:
it's like math rock, only with words, in poetic form. um. but without all the noise. and without geddy lee's annoying voice. and w/out like, fuck all if know...adrian belew and fripp and eno and the fuck evs of the late60's -70's into 80's, etc. holier than thou musician's musicians kinda guys. the (we might jam, okay, right?, but We Are skilled, Schooled, Practiced, Professionals Here, Okay? Man? I mean, we're Not some drugged out 3 chord playing Haight Ashbury Hippie Trippy Band, man. okay?)....feel the pretensiousness (sp!?) oozing out all around you...(the f$ck!! is this person think they sayin'?! full of shit!!@@@@) ?!
it's like math rock, only with words, in poetic form. um. but without all the noise. and without geddy lee's annoying voice. and w/out like, fuck all if know...adrian belew and fripp and eno and the fuck evs of the late60's -70's into 80's, etc. holier than thou musician's musicians kinda guys. the (we might jam, okay, right?, but We Are skilled, Schooled, Practiced, Professionals Here, Okay? Man? I mean, we're Not some drugged out 3 chord playing Haight Ashbury Hippie Trippy Band, man. okay?)....feel the pretensiousness (sp!?) oozing out all around you...(the f$ck!! is this person think they sayin'?! full of shit!!@@@@) ?!
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