Thursday, December 11, 2008

LOVE LOVE LOOVE LOVE LOVE





Rather you do this with intent.

Better willingly, sheepishly, said Jack.

Dizzily if you can pull it off.

That's my cap he said but wasn’t

wearing anything underneath.

The humming isn't then the flag?

A battle means we’re between?

Destinations all piled up in a heap.

Take one, they’re freezing with you.

At once in came the ninnies, vats

of a kava extract on their poles.

One was called Chas, a Jagoff.

Another said it was the tiara.

All the desire united at all the hips,

nothing like a union, more like stew.

Graffiti of the word “despotism”

was the only possible decorating choice.

At one art with one house in no location.

With singular pleasure we will burn.

Take down that cabinet but leave

the cabinet photo. Dr. Powerhinge

feels his way to the door of the ladies

armory. In this way he was no longer

blind. In this way he saw the total body.

Tailored to fit his hand. And shaped

more like a bird's. With a band.