Sheets and Butterflies (A Remake of Wallace Stevens Part 2)
Nurturant images first, naive avaian hunches
but the domicile ne comprende, there is no start.
Fetch the lavender that says, absent female, no marriage,
so, outbid who? so, no location,
where, hacker, playa, fighter, b-boy,
where is sun and beat and super cute lovin
for hollering for language abysmal?
this disformed and lusty half-place crudely carven
of sludge. . . ain’t gonna happen that the moon
bleep this with its chicken-wang mixes.
She must come now. Nurture/nature is wasted.
Waves babies. If you stand in this line be ready to
wed, enjoy first awakening, yearn vocal
and tactile HER, yearn to discourse as follows,
“The fly on the flowery thing stops us, season
overpassing summer, goast of smell falling
and doing, go away, paled and posted, with big flowers.
Meanwhile it’s pretty dumb & chintzy these sounds.
--JL, MP, JS, TG
12/9/03
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