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To Emily and Emil


Fingers tingling 
at never endings.  
Heave ho, 
quiet dawn

puddling over florals
scratch and melt
beautify.

The subversive immersive
to subvert is to mollify.

Get up
stretch
and scream
yes I am drawing
I am drawing.
Hah ah.

Days and days
rounds and rounds
calm down
calm down.

My hog
in a bog
gob and sob
lob and rob
eat ideas
like its string
theory.

Rioting metaphors
at freedom shining
that also seals
and steals
from barbarity
of ardor.

Up drops
a wild thing,
tickles pink
for outrageous scarfs

bearing death masks
of beethoven
flirting with
tomorrow.

Underneath it all 
believes
in its intrusion
as deeply
as any theory
about contortions
for delusion...

See it thru,
marplods thicken
and stretch
fears
are drenched
in the marvelous
shine into brine.

Sunny hustlers
hurlers strobes
battling my bombycid
desponds alert
with shadowy bonds.

Straggling along
dearth for mirth
loosening ends
into endlessness...

Misreason
prevaricating testily
unearths
afterbirth
of hell on earth

defouls
rare worth.
The dead calm,
dead-alive awakening
incrassitive
but inert.



Comments

2 responses to “To Emily and Emil”

  1. Lettie Adi

    Thanks for sharing.

  2. Irvin Yricks

    some good points there.

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