Sunday, February 15, 2009

I Felt Subconsciously

Mein hyssop mimes
confederate jazz
lyrics. for the
bistro.
Maestro hip hop
parade route during.
periodicity
happening.

Veracity is not a
place I want to visit.
Except for knives.
Or killing krill. A kiln
is over. mr head.

I felt subconsciously
about. U klinger. hi
top in. Haifa flat
iron.
Cycle upon cycle.
but no orifice.
Trope cliché. moi /
post-

Moi. little hang-up /
morose nooses. &
Bye saying bye.
Hand on return.
I cut my life into pi
pieces & carried it
out.

ESC key to veer
across median. Is not
expected to sell a
thousand
units by Friday or
Saturday: freedom.
SEX SHOW/peep
etc.

DE-com-press-ion
Uterus slop. The
train has arrived
silly as a.

goose.

Coming to A halt.
On super infant’s
unimagined
personhood.
Not near still
enough. Bocce Libre.
el & one

old Spect Vol—p
acer.

vite la bore.
eh tory. In cisterns
wild.

Sisters will & selph.
articulate binges. &
X-men.
& scale Models
concur. To begin a
dream il faut que je
dise:

“I alone am X-
Memory-X!” Tupelo
honey grove-stand.
X-Memory-X
collapses! himsefl A
nevrvous braek

donwn –m Xm m Xm
m Xm internalized.
A ton of old oboe.

1 comment:

Angela G. said...

Great poems, Raymond. Glad to see you writing & posting again! Best, Angela