… in the beginning too weak to take off…
Absurd rises still higher, it’s not even the notion of propriety or ruin
hey, pretty baby –
opinion, story, argument –
do you subside in decorum?
do you remember the constitution of the polis,
the paper moons, mooning away by the river side,
the songs of fragmented nuts?
moff
never forget brittle willow ,
or brittle maiden hair fern
aren’t they horse drawn, too ?
Cheiron (the hand, ergon of kentauros)
or
his assembly man is
mourning,
forwarding sedge hawker
into captive dragons on a wire
what a hôpital ambulant
‘mobile (horse-drawn) field hospital’
of the naked bottom;
bottom of
walking, walking,
to find maddy
putting a smile on the face of moon.
have you found pop, maddy,
or a you,
or
saigon signing off…. ambulance ambush …a move?
you can blow on palm trees horizontally or
vertically
to overturn lip reading.
the seagulls turning to deeper blue;
a glittering versed against purple seas,
ambulant, sure,
to draft river ruve,
ruve …
norwegian wood calling for bringing somebody to ruin
to wipe ’em out
to cook his goose
in time,
imaginary …?
it’s difficult to end a war
when the battlefields so close
are a ruse
o, hôpital
of
cheiron ,
TransHumance in marseille
the burning deep end of Blue,
sang d’un poète,
apparition in the ghetto,
of
napalm girl by nick ut …
wasn’t that the riff … ?
whatever they did , just remember this …
too hot, too hot, that’s what she said …
&
what did sollers say:
“i agree with aragon, the woman is the future of the man”
& what did lacan say:
“it’s curious how a woman, when she ceases being a woman,
can crush the man she has under her thumb”
i never liked the rolling stone’s snipping tool,
lalatonguegallery to honkytonk on…
since
neither the red nor “the green segel” will come back
painted black …
Hmm.
Ut covered her with a raincoat …
no trench coat here
&
no over there,
just
absurd ambulance, black & fair:
Bethzatha …
only the first one into the pool after each such disturbance would be cured
of whatever disease they had …
is that true ?
