I, old fatheart, kissed Albunean dung
before prophetic Faunus and the giggling
of fountains, which are orators.
From "Latinus" by Frank O'Hara
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hung skinsuits glittering and paused
at the veranda overlooking
the sea inside a city as a statue
transparent portmanteau of mermiads
arcimboldened as a subtle poseidoness
3 fishes which put their heads together
to make a mask
barbershop quartet wafting above a burbling fountain
unknown words in a jaunty madrigal
punctuated by the quips of pink dolphins
and strange effects of water flutes
lola had grown an evening gown from odd
crab-like velvetine epaulets bristling
with antennae
cubes in the bar
played pop-art
rauschenberg vs. aquaman
imbibing the mathematics of black holes
in quantum coral chalices
rilled lionfish samurai putti
bathing in a vomit
of jewelled seahorses which skitter
into webs of sentences
that grow taut
and project paleomorphs
flickering intuitions
of mind as suppling substance to form
contour pinking as pharmacopia
verborum
lola giggling in her drink
vroom she laughs
with a wide mouth
and your imaginal torso
tornso
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a post news world
something larger
something smaller
what happens
in creation today
the target
the target
the target
merman wills electron veil
"English Words"
+
"Identity of the Literary Text"
=
"Purple Seal Government Entering Blue Soapstone Grotto of Faerie Lichen'd"
ad
diction
the rah
raw
cheer
of leaders
"leads"
+ / -
the news
of no news
and then sum
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bad philosophy, good buzz
easter
easter
is a nautilus
feeding
batteries
to a manta ray
of chewing gum
