Thursday, September 27, 2007

More prose poems from long sequence

Mess

A sociolinguistic fucking. Hear the cowbell ringin’. Out, our hands! A too-moist towelette. A reddening. A sociopathic semi-autonomous robot pterodactyl on the fly. We are herding nicely. Hear that? A toe-letting. A moist blood-letting. This pallor fits you well, cow-love. The talons that grab. Programmed poorly and pinching. We are letting our reddening down. Tow-style we herd.


Reddening

Our face, stubborn farce. What skin will we wear today? What mask, hollow-holed can we stretch over lumps. Fleshy. Paint me clown-nose red if you please. Please. A letter was found in my retina yesterday, it read. The bears are back and flipping still. Clown-love, what is real? I’d tell you government-style. Red faces, In distans.


Lumps

forthcoming in elimae

3 comments:

Ian Davisson said...

These are more aggressive...

hmmm....


I am sending you some pieces of my portfolio

Ryan Downey said...

maybe you are right.

im ok with that.

i got 500 page portfolio. i will look at it.

Ian Davisson said...

you only got 500 pages?


i will send you the other 2000 asap they are very important to the overall aesthetic.


i am looking at your portfolio right now.