BRIDGES
The moon chained
villages on the river below,
don’t take my word for, see yourself
The boots of kings in contempt tomes
stacked like neck heads left in ocean,
Book heads, nicely bound lay on the ground
like mummies at seven degrees.
Would that sleep of mummy revive
The piezo electric of this EM rad
That made the body rad?
We call them bridges because those who do
cruise the lobby river mouths below.
Suspended from even greater reconstituted towers
that fit the quantum structure both now and never,
Fly like butterflies in fall about the heads
Beautiful puffed birds, everything that could be said
on one ungainly bobbling foot the necks of bridges
darted among hawks and chickens, white ducks and red
swallows of different colours
and orange parrots thick as leaves in a wind.
divine gates concurrent with our sympathy run in waves.
In case the analogy of both and neither
profanes this wilderness, then either/or
every hill will valley, every valley hill,
and both not phantom, invent numbering beyond
where you stop, nobody knows
with every breath root for this info sells,
as if that were the algorim,
shabty recupense all should avoid
that strangers in the hold of ships brought waterside
fantastic constructions to build on land
in quantum landscape Another faience model this
BLUEPRINTS OF DREAM
Once upon a time there
sat
in the city of Jerusalem a king
who had survived the fall.
He survived Darius and Nebuchadnezzar,
he survived Alexander.
They sprawled on top of the stones
where the King of Jerusalem sat,
among extinct volcanoes.
He wrote these Kings were counterfeit
who wanted to reconstruct Goliath
to slip his body through the holes
go out more millenniums
to bridle him and saddle him
and ride him over centuries and another year.
But the day came when space and time
began to sail her awesome streets
in our English rhyme, master humanity
and most of this came to be
between the war and the next decade.
The first condition of clandestine wit
is shadowgraph and counterfeit
then the fertile grass turns to light
and the history of the underground
is revealed above ground,
in the ground, around the ground.
The second condition is the electric arm
Of every member, hand and foot
higher than a horse higher than a tree
greater than one decade could free
eight hours before it was 3:00 PM
and the weathercast was heavy clouds
that were not there at six
only hundreds of streaks
spread across the sky that forecast
ruin in the blueprints of dream.
SAINTS IN THE POET RELIGION MAKING GODS
Who knows but world is
worlds to Finn Mac Cool,
Lochloins, Ramses Tut in this new tit,
inseparable symbolic myth of human form
of mummies slept out in Blake,
that think to walk in kilns the bosom of the world.
Primary tincture approach aunt Thetis,
inhabitants of offspring Viking up again
to write a volume from the grave
a legend come awake when killed,
an Everyman as Shem and Shaun,
the Egyptian follow through.
Tie these bodies to cannon mouths,
a Sepoy blow up, shot deep in air.
Believe you Oslo is a Turk,
brought back to where we were.
Tincture tincture on the wall everything began
to shroud accord, a vortex bought to land.
They empty out, they turn and run in circles round themselves
Empedocles knowing that the base before us burrows worlds.
All sol gold fire Egypt dug to France to touch this hand,
her Baby man, gesundheit comprachios.
4500 stops, Finn Egypt ollave, Irish erev rav,
somewhere ephebe night goes rolling on
and nurses to the trams are gone to sign the alpha talk,
bred brains with beats of heart and boast
olive crept along the river run for his lost parts.
Mind contact with Osi’s mamu out
With groans and wheeze disturb his mediosleep
that hears the scissioned fell transmarried,
one to Onnan, Atum, no doubt and one to Nun
who knows the waters not, that were,
then only were, then not and never more.
We stand and offer self as rock but not believe the pram
to net the light or unam sanctum eat the mile long.
Onesine hundred letter lull grass to sleep whistering
Hi hear night ay shhh you know,
I’m shhh the twelve parts scattered though,
Fingers, arms and legs battle night and day,
down down there went Osi thud, shud, clatter, shatter,
sham shudder sank to alf gates twelve.
One in the hill gate,
two in the glade,
three on the mount gate,
four in the spring,
five in the hawk nest,
six rang from limbs,
seven swimming away on the pond,
eight a beaver catching,
nine by the hen,
ten, well ten was helioplit
the center part hour of stillness
he ran a line up and down
to measure the culminated day and night,
eleven his precognition,
twelve the basket where he lay,
he kept himself in, that ollave.
On the collapsed east burglar bank
two parts pistis, stole ollave out by then.
They buried Babel there, a third sunk in the ground
so it don’t show so well the capsized hulk of Alp passed on.
Names those husky immorts wake,
wakey wakey time to school!
The land league, bog peat, the turf folk dudes
Wakey wakey, you can’t sleep all day!
Wakey wakey, humpty hills
You think your coming in, but not,
the potlarch not your blood dispersed,
parts unite the twilight spent
Parousia recovers day be night and night be day.
All the rapid fire eyeballs made
the missing parts entail
divinity lost by night
the missing putts back to par.
humpty to the left, dumpty right
who knows they come in pairs
the fool moon other
right work hard to mad
the hat on top the warp woof
laugh our hero history brief,
the ladder notch, the new old lost
reform a mole, you molecules,
you heaves the bear,
the ram, the bull far set
transparently sea-forged fire
yon poltry sleep across the bow
da ollave best the biggest get
he built inside the husk of alp he made himself
BID'N TIME IN THE ILUSA SOBRE LOS CURSOS aPOCALPSIS
People with cadmium in
their joints.
take associate counsel till they’re broke
speak and be dismayed to flood
fgov contracts with mag-lev trains,
black letters written in carbide flames,
names on cave walls of senate deities
where children play with moles and bats
down below like blind cave fish
in prison camp stalactite nests.
Mid shouts a brother couldn't bear,
Moshe quibblers allow this brick.
Westminster Coroner described the pit
in a basement where a stump
windowless raised its bone in air
like a sign of cedar trees and stone
be rest assured the Towers built
to make economy good
Toggle bunnies and video bats
engineered mousetrap
they engineered in stealth advance
a spaceship to catch like a mouse.
Mis visionarios’ thigh bone Queen
in her guise, first course
of gfovernmently drone discourse.
is our Third Ilusa sobre los Cursos Apocalypsis.
A dungeon of bodies crammed below
The Capitol of skull bones where drilled fgovt.
Where Pollock popped his trunk again
Frescos of the Aula Dei scraped off,
not all the parts made whole.
Foxes Martyrs in the classic chest,
water boarding the Saturn Monument
Blood Presidents aborted up,
No word of Bush or Bob Clanton
or Le Bomb, the brazier kings of Pentagon.
Round these harbingers huge Routs band,
Shouting for Joy before their way
As foggy Mists they Land And underneath
their Feet all scattered lay
skull bones gone astray.
WATERBOARD
waterboard
waterboard
it's time to waterboard congress
waterboard
waterboard
it's time for the government to go
princess and pirates boarding Saturn
it was an American assault
one of the bomber groups shout
shout my brother shout it off
waterboard
the government
waterboard
the monument
waterboard
the blood
vaccinate
the government
inoculate
the DC bones
my brother Taliban my brother
shout it off
shout it off
wash it off
make it talk
make it talk.
A hundred deities report the dungeon bodies cramped below
to brain them brainwash folk who know
the days of Noah
sweep the globe.
waterboard waterboard waterboard
people with cadmium in their joints
black letters in carbide flames from their helmets
on their heads which are on fire
with desire have contracts with the
maglev trains that run below
where names on the walls of bat caves know
where children play with moles
below to wash this city stood right out and scrape
the bones of DC off
waterboard the monument
waterboard the blood
water bore the monument
don't let it talk.
Talk!
thigh bones raise like cedar trees
board Saturn’s monument
the prison camps the lag tights
council below
when they're broke
but we spoke we said
waterboard the government
waterboard the blood
shake the bones of DC off
shouts a brother
who couldn't hear
because quibblers threw a brick his ear
the Westminster coroner dug the pit
where Benjamin Franklin left his spit
where thigh bones raised like cedar trees
and men walked where men would see among
the trees where tinkling towers
built to make the economy safe
could scrape the bones of all day off
to waterboard the government
to waterboard the monument
to waterboard the blood
so talk waterboard talk
the brain will know
the brain them brainwash folk who know
the days of Noah leap the globe
with dungeon bodies crammed below
waterboarded f gutted
f drilled skull bites
capital scraped off
as jackson pollock popped his trunk
to waterboard the government
frescoes
frescoes
of the not all parts
fox's martyrs in that classic chest
waterboard the government
waterboard the blood .
Waterboard Saturn’s shout my brother
thigh bones raise like cedar trees
scrape the moon off, scrub the trees
waterboard Saturn’s monument
the dungeon blotties cramped below
waterboard the brain men brainwashed folk who know
they know they know the days of gloah
gloah and Noah
and shoah sweep the globe.
Toggle bunnies, video bats
tweaked at the top to catch a rat
engineered an advance spaceship trap
Ho ho the queen.
The queen disguised the first course
it was f gov drone discourse
it was third illusa sobre los apocalypse course
blood presidents swallowed up aborted out
swung through no word from bush or bomb
the canton clanton kings of pentagon
against whose harbinger routes banned
shouting for joy
amidst all the land
and underneath their feet they cry that
all scattered skull bones gone astray
shall rise
shall rise
shall rise
AE Reiff convenes a science of the new worldliness of the enemy in outlandish discoveries about the world of fable making myth to report the future seen on every basis. But A is way too afraid and B too busy to live the fantastical forms in the familiar that hide a trap set by this enemy in these states of new order worldliness couched in peasant revelry, grotesque dreamworlds of the everyday where cosmic hostility from the beginning of the world is replaced by ravenous supermen, so here these literary Bruegel's appear. Further writing available at IPP Portal Transgression Overworld.
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