Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Awesome Early Americans

Sumptuous tombs in dark halls.
Girls are drawn realistically to suspended
depths in chiaroscuro-warped, pixellated

chest-bumps, their open shawls
fraught with monomaniacal eye-shudders
in-veiling and in-rupting until untold

swords sunk like mud-bones into
mud-dimensions. There, underneath what
behooves you. What what is what is what

is. What? What hoops is. It’s the story
of black holes forged in four corners, or
orange points of the same source. Is your

face similar to my own face? Our togethered
face daggers on the lawn of your personal brewery.