The toy become the aesthetic archetype As if some patient peasant God had rubbed and rubbed

Midnight empties the street Of all but us Three I am undecided which way back To the left a boy

The threewomen who all walked In the same dress And it had falling ferns on it Skipped parallel To the progress

Man of absolute physical equilibri… You stand so straight on your legs Every plank or clod you plant your… Becomes roots for those limbs Among the men you accrete to yours…

Ostracized as we are with God The watchers of the civilized wast… reverse their signals on our track Lepers of the moon all magically diseased

Cyclones of ecstatic dust and ashes whirl crusaders from hallucinatory citadels

IN pressing the material to derive its essence, matter becomes deformed. AND form hurtling against itself is thrown beyond the synopsis of vision. THE straight line and the circle are t...

The Normal Monster sings in the Green Sahara The voice and offal of the image of God make Celtic noises

A silver Lucifer serves cocaine in cornucopia To some somnambulists of adolescent thighs

We might have coupled In the bed-ridden monopoly of a mo… Or broken flesh with one another At the profane communion table Where wine is spilled on promiscuo…

Spawn of Fantasies Silting the appraisable Pig Cupid his rosy snout Rooting erotic garbage ‘Once upon a time’

I am the centre Of a circle of pain Exceeding its boundaries in every… The business of the bland sun Has no affair with me

Curie of the laboratory of vocabulary she crushed the tonnage

Face of the skies preside over our wonder. Fluorescent truant of heaven