Tuesday, October 20, 2009

13 Thaw, Compliant Cornea

unlimited, tortuous threshing machine
minus an anomaly... half-a-nothing...
corneal evil.

pleading cardigan...tied to slippery runt
risking ligaments
in the lightning shone bedlam
of the coal mine.

Behold, the mode of our smarmy will.

Compliant corneal girth.
_______________________________

unlimited, tortuous, ever-named,
always talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus reminders
apart.

Respiration...
anomalous smell of
The Mohair Module.
Half-a-nothing cornea.
Evil.

The pleading cardigan
risks ties to the runt
risking lightning shone ligaments
in the Fallout.

Without our mode
of smarmy will...
picketed hostage
with that corneal compliance...
bedlam in the slippery coalmine.
_____________________________

unlimited, dogged, tortuous,
never named, always looming,
before talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus crocheted crotch,
(a 'strength-reminder'?).

Respiration addiction:
an okay smell of
Half-A-Nothing's cornea...
'jukebox evil'
to take notice of.

The pleading cardigan...
olive-green runt's necktie...
risky dish of basted bat.
Newsflash shone:
LIGHTNING MAIMS TODDLER.

bedlam...slippery...to the trauma canal...
the coal mine and surrounded buildings.
Manage the mandarin mammoth.
Cornea compliant. Skip the skin-graft.
Feet feign skipping rope.
Behold the beige medical model.

Wounded, would she oust
our smarmy lack of will???

Remind her.

Section Two : The Toffee Tweezers

--- 'Midface' ---

I was 'this close' to dropping this blog, since the words have gotten a bit thin and the pseudostory seems to have reached an end of sorts.


But, I have decided to proceed on with a second section, paralleling all of the main words of the previous chapters with next words or near next words from a regular English dictionary. Adhering to the earlier line flow whenever possible.

Then, I hope to combine the lines of both main sections to form a third, concluding section. Sections Two and Three should both wind up with twelve chapters each. So when I hit Chapter 36, the 'book' and this blog will have concluded.


We'll see what happens.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

12 A Chorus of Sawhorses

Unlikely, to put right the prickly plans of accomplices from years ago.

To confiscate his wife's purple garters in the elevator full of hammocks
and lettuce heads.

To unite and compare horsehairs.


False trappings and remarkable litters sent crashing through
new, but immediately condemned masonry

in a slew of modified elevator cars.


The cursed moth-eaten relatives of the Tiger King
marched through the plaza
and into a giant rubber ball to tumbledown the clifftop.

A flash of sunlight on beach shells.

"Who's guard dog is this?"


A chorus of sawhorses in dreamed rooms.

Camels with shredded wings,
skin and cotton padding humps
covered with emollient-dipped dropcloths.


Fed up with the ill-mannered and spoiled,

To strike down the nightly electrocutions,

the Bobcat flying away on a garbage can lid.

White hairs, grey hairs
the way he always liked them.



Pyramid of paper horns.

The folding chair carved from a single palm tree.


Oh, to pick one's teeth underwater...