The Grave on the Wall
shimoda is a fleshpot of inferior rank
a man says, Idiot
paints the scenes without regard for history
or the approval of the moment
first dip into the blood basket
in which was found a sacrament of featherless chickens
man on man, Governor on man
stuffed with papulous skin
as for hunger and robbery
and women
entangled in spider legs
three blue eyes roll across the table
little strawberries little wonderful children to eat them
crawling the first month of the war
quiet ever after after, The village population
is an artist
sitting on a muff of moss, Writhing with his belt undone
in a consensus on pictures
without exaggeration. No exaggeration without defensiveness. Either
hard sex lights stay on
or they must be burnt. The pilot monster
with a colored beard
packs up the cumulative effects of Izu
after letting fall his face. He does possess a certain grace
like mint dropped on a dinnerplate
orange and brown and yellow-green flowers
fat reptile enhancing the view
Posted 04/21/09