discharging melon seeds to miners
whose eye balls dilate with darkness. Chimpanzee historians
recite stanzas until ting tong tones tell tales of the aftermath of digestive organs
as if there were worms crawling about.
Meanwhile, belts of bells, bullets, boxes…bobby pins, bags…
An excellent debacle ensues
Sancoset series given a name
On the ashes of imagined signs
In the lethargy of firm ropes of “miracle gro”
We sprout hearing buds and exercises of listening.
There are fragments of rose thorns and crystal reflections on your face
You have touched and been touched by the loud chorus of artifact,
a scattered memory with legs and floating in steel.
Random tongues of razors and mortar
Gave a lingering presence like perfum
Leaning towards golf with loose fitted coral balls.
(2nd part) LaDonna Smith and Davey Williams
They could not have gone that way, for the trail they left was
so obvious. That is how we found them so easily, since they didn’t yet exist.
We should have looked more closely. Then we would have been able to see
before them. Give them what they will need, so they will tell us what we want,
and what to avoid.
Somebody ought to get a medal for this. Order of the Pirate Greenback,
With chimney brick clusters. The sky is bright green, as usual, here on Terra Firma’s
Fluid discharge. Whose moon remains sheathed in long lasting celestial latex.
Whose moon remains on whose moon?
We will not soon despise verbs, but we can never nest
until we have accidentally all born children on whom we attach
hereditary buoyancy.
They will float among the seashells that line the black surface of Infinite Space
The projection of carrot juice separated from the oil of ostrich, in which we bathe
In pointless polemic proficiency.