palin bounce plummeteth

This dog on dog aggression will not stand.

-Heather Fuller

who are innit for pure fame
tho art magicked like newcomers
when the canary came stumping
in the coalmine
cmere it said ignore our
dogaressa on main st.

—noteworthy the gimmick
to apprehend any traveler
bound by thir headlamp
w/o thir bearing
bushed into the furthest reaches—

who curated the article
frekisshe
one envyes the gesture
mislaid upon the cheek
is al so roundabout
(thir approach) one cometh saying
my mutual interests are different from yrs

xavier—once hilt
thanatos wuz demure
nor any meat in thir manner
nor do they mete out punishment

θanatos
whan grey
bespecks
ppl & thir electronic devices
s/time a dog peeping out its basket

I am having trouble connecting
w/ my constituents
the arkitects little imagynd
how thir work would be undone

bridge to nowherr

"[He has] a lack of willingness, if you will” –McCain spokesperson Nancy Pfotenhauer, on Obama

I’m gonna lay my head on some
lonesome railroad line. -Nina Simone

a lack of willingness, if you will
makes es wooing parlous
john henry or john kerry
a mystical wonderhaus

of wonderments in maine
the desegregation of
washrooms, who swindle a soup
xir showers and xir shammies
one star in thir square of skye

the warrish norm w/ bloodyed head
armadillo holding a turtle—
—the eye and its waterspout
cleopatra’s asp, or wotever
etc's neckjob

s/thing too luxuriant
w/ a blade
and s/t too capitulative
with a moose.

astonished fish

(after Maria Esther Maciel’s title “Peixes perlexos”)
The fish love to be around those rigs! -John McCain, 9/17/08

the eyewall favorable for
ikonicity an
ambivalence au bibliothèque
how eche rig shattrs
the hrt & the gut & the spleen
of fanny-freddy infamy

the fish begin to speak queerly
something that never will happen before
alexander the great
my contemporary
girding the neck
au quelque crossroads
wot disgorges
the libertine’s lap
n the ganymede’s hole

mariesther asks “why were the fish not given any tediousness”[1]
indemnification and not being held
harmless
then what the heck ys love
my brinkly protocol?

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[1] From the poem “Lost and Found” (“Achados e Perdidos”) by Maria Esther Maciel, in O livro dos nomes (The book of names).