5 Tedious Telephone Poems || Lanny Quarles

Capturing Your Tedius Precious Children On The Phone 1



the volumes feel blank, with the other
mothers, i stand in line with my santa
sac and gold teeth waiting for my turn
on the painted dot when the magnifier
will come on, each volume, the blur
of a starfish child spinning up to the
doctor's eye, the liquid bolts of the
painting move across the peaks of its
tin roof. this little thong is thinking
long, and this little package feel
a time to string. rolling the starfish
over onto its back, i notice its legs
are little children and x's, suddenly
i'm smoke again.

//

Capturing Your Mighty Tedious Phone Inside Its Child 2


the volumes begin to grow sugar, when their
unkempt bubble tears lay like rosy arms
in the stubble of our principles, the useless
bellowing of the car salesman's grotto
is released toward the buffalo of the street's
upturning grin, not what is not been going
on, but what is not has been going off,
or around the time of the tedious display
the affable unlucky staircase in its heavy
shoes could carry to the railless lifter
circle. mass modifications to bodies often
turn out faulty, not through any fault
of the body or the modification, just
the number of examples, and the felicity
of getting morphic ear, the crab's rudder
jawed antenna orchestra moving midnight.

//

Special Tedious Jellyfish Phone 3


the blank volume fit neatly like a tongue
in the mouth of the not nearly sister who
had just come out of the oven. when the
little book opened its mouth to speak,
we could see the edges of the earlier
tide pool with its little clumps of
salesmen and cars. i immediately
called over troy so he could sniff
glue up through its model and show
it pictures of swimming pools
running up the street to save our
mole chin convenience store the
trouble. the little volume was
okay, an ex-patriot dial-tone
played across its urchin display
sockets. i moved a fork over
to seal open its microphone.
good, i said. blank, it replied.

//

An Amazingly Tedious Stone Telephone Tidepool's Gumboot Requiem 4



in a volume shaped like a revolver, a whirling
letter came out dished up in a chiton's dotter,
the wavy brain it surfaced upon looked out from
a console of windows like a waterfall, while our
own good mary took the time to empty the entry
into a detective's office. office equals orifice-
tidepool, says our own good mary, the sons of goat,
beard an eight-piece valve, love coins shatter upon
deposit into the low patio. algae sings sweetly
atop dead animal telephones as they buzz around
inside the open prayer, ah, player, the rules
are posted near the art driller's locker room,
where often a girl that looks like mary comes
out wiping your mouth, the sea hare venus is
off its cradle in the tedious black brown red,
dead mud gets cut into pages again
and the sculpins is sure good.

//

Tedium Achieves Some Simple Cellfoonery 5



within the tedious tides brought in
by the terrabile cellfoon that day,
i had found a lithe little torque
of nudely branching barnacles clustered
closely to the tedium of the ages,
speaking in squeaks to an ear so
pounded by the crushing luminosity
of all forms so as to be recognize-
unable. and with the erect crystalline
magnifier petals of my enraging masque
of tedium, i turned the full brunt of
all speech upon the smoke-like haunts
of its wireless pool of little salesmen.

donny dug a starfish frisbee nipple
out of the corner of his eye and put
a patent pearl into the musical mucous
surrounding the tedium hole's shade head
paddles, whose sweet lissome voice
had been banalized by a billion children's
feet all stamping in unison for a hundred
trillion years, or a week, maybe, looking
up their wad counts and cucumber pants
in the tide-pool's outerest comynglinguagiam.

the dirty detective's shoe lace lapped
at a tedious tongue embedded within the
terrabile stone seance. the dreary pale
uneven resonances continued abatingly
onward as a blank furniture book came out
on the portico to chat with us awhile
after we died in the shark denture's
tinker garden folio.

in the world she said, and in tedium,
i intend to out-herod any odd hearing
herring herein, etc. i know you're all
phonies, i said, some sleep-themed
divinatory cells straightening out my
puppet's hoplite blemmy head, looking
around for fuel cakes amidst the starving
lower creatures, or their lovers, whose
political tediums scene for blank ridiculum
when the sun wine gloms englass.

it's a transparent ass-oppossum that enters
a holy knight's cheshire shell fin fustible,
where goodness gasps under the good, and evil
suffocates under the bad, all is lost when
vegetable time is regained, tedium reigns.

i see nothing in your eyes anymore, but
vegetable bridges to vegetable lands. she
stopped me right there. tide pools gave electric
johnson his only chance. i shrugged through
jointed appendages, often clawed with hard
exterior skeleton and bilaterally symmetrical
isopods, the fits we get in with the ur-chins.

i sing a little song then:

your chants in urgency grow
here in urchance, in your change
all the shanties know, what is
my shant is your agency, and
what shunts the hunt is a
bunting on blank volumes
sluicing tidal through
the whole, sweet tedium
as skeined in an

involuting
floral
engine

whose jeweled strings
pass through green nipples
which live on tufted flanges
around the whispering mouths
whose tiny pastel teeth of
lacy pollen get our tedium
to vellum what sage blankness
airs its rust these anemone
eyebrows dictate hush, ovarian
eye bushes hang heavy down
through its crust where another
tedium of mangled busts erupts
from the scum of twisted vegetable
mermiads the salesmen polish
with their choral head-wheel
helmets for dust.

suicide is tough
in a fog so thick
with substance and
instruments

where in a tidepool
can one go
to line one's membrane
with sanctified nudity

barkers harsh
the poor little harps
that find themselves
born in a cellfoon's
lobster gliding upward
for daze but then falling

a monumentally
primitive eye
scans the dead sky

and we all
roll over
in the dumb
head's tide

from THE TWELVE || Sheila E. Murphy

Apres-Midi

[ 1 ] He called her frail, the lady doth pre-test, incipient clover shadows hovered in or near the monocle.
[ 2 ] When someone says PAC-10, you are supposed to know who’s there, as in “knock knock,” and respond with a definite opinion.
[ 3 ] I could not help regarding her pale hands, following the doctor’s mention that we hold ours as though forming some kind of pact; to subtract my mother’s legacy would seem rude in the vernacular, but I did, and there it is.
[ 4 ] The piano is an objet d’art, so play your heart (out) to the world, especially at 4:00 while someone’s serving something tangible with something rinse-y.
[ 5 ] Posture and modulated tone poem, a lady does thus and so, and then what, service?
[ 6 ] All my syllables are offered chill, with you, my constant comet.
[ 7 ] Spores make light a nutrient until penetration of dark rescue.
[ 8 ] A spatula repairs coagulation to release inherent freedom, or simply fortify a habit.
[ 9 ] Space exhaled becomes a patch of innovation for another thought-spawn immigrant.
[ 10 ] Address, beginning something, words to act as seeds, inceptional as white grapes.
[ 11 ] Receding into repeat naivete, the lawn boy chops a branch and calls it an intention.
[ 12 ] Stippling creates a quilt that should be seen from distances quite plural and detached.

from AT || jim leftwich

1.

with or in or near the ear or near a zone occupied by telephones, face an early space, as a market for our goals.
location with or in lactation or the position of positive rotation; always by my side and in a mudslide.

2.

or that, or in the direction of that position, especially a fork thrown at a target; the masters came at us from all sides.

3.

on the field and in the curse; to dance alone at midnight on the moon.

4.

at the time of our duration: it will soon be noon, at a glance.

5.

the status bars initial conditions: at peace within his conscience or in pieces as a concession.

6.

in the minefield of business as qualified by a chess match but not so good at math.

from ENTRANCES || john crouse

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Reputation repute reputedly request. Require required requirement.
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Resistant, resolute resolution resolve resort resound, resounding resource, resourceful respect. Respectable respective respects respite respond. Response responsibility responsible, responsive rest restful restitution restive, restless restoration restore.
Restrain restrained restraint, restrict restricted restriction, result resume resurrect resurrection, resuscitate retain.
Retained retaliate retard, retch reticence. Reticent retire retirement retiring retract.
Retreat, retrench retribution retrieve retrograde, retrospect return reveal revel. Revelation reveler revelry revenge, revenue reverberate revere. Reverence reverent reversal. Reverse review, reviewer, revile revise.
Revision revival revive revoke, revolt revolting.
Revolution, revolutionary revolve.
Revulsion reward.
Rewarding rhetoric. Rhetorical rhyme. Rhythm ribald, rich. Riches richly rid.
Riddle ride, ridicule rife rifle rift, rig right, righteous, righteousness rigid rigor. Rigorous rim rind ring rise riot. Riotous ripe. Ripen riposte, rise risk. Risky risqué rite. Ritual rival rivalry road. Roam roar rob. Robber, robbery robe robot robust, rock rocket rocky rod, rogue role roll romance. Romantic room rooms roomy root, rope roster rostrum rosy rot. Rotary rotate rotation rotten.
Rotund rough, round roundabout, rounds rouse. Rousing rout, route routine row rowdy, royal rub.
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from Remove A Concept vol 01 || peter ganick

*1

attractable, this moment you sleep thru,

how unknow from light,

remove any flighty,

docile burning tread that romance of shake,

possible to refill &

that powerful as inclement,

(stay here there)

any levelled barbarian,

whose cut-up, a laugh,

emotions favor th pasha

eclipsed to insert as visible to techniques of emasculate for a

search pardoned relapse, go

blind to th heart, go ...

*2

hearing a listen to encount

a flame released too hardly necessity, as

purchase on,

a related-for-limit, however th station

needles for

crisis,

martial anarchists,

ghost-ridden this astrologic theatre,

survived in apprentice,

demanded as to

like a compromise sermon

deduct before direct,

adam or th bird cigarette, no hollow

thrufare more

give (to you) ...

*3

simplicity,

night,

th garish of pod, a rake in toothed incense,

whose (defect cd other) now a

frame collapsed in

tense

lone th parish in

temerity

(which of whom)

demand this

slow silent (surface

adjective, their is

comment) rude to parking lot

already than ...

*4

car neutral substance,

black & white chex, their

holiday intact, a blemish

no scar,

already to decide reprobate, tho

when longer

they feet upon couch

remove & apply,

th home strut (vast) of an

articulation, slur beep beep, sudden their

slow ghosts' commerce,

tones to remove apperceive th cut in nine,

positively (arrayed in woman) fore pastime

yr agglutination, some

restrict

is an oven ...

*5

only on th floodlit are approve

to can control,

is ego than noise, no

hearing pressures th miniscule (that

left intact) focuses upon,

remind, remove

as crucial blossoms into nucleus, a

filly blate overshoe, his

concern w/ muse: &

allergy removed from

somersault ,

to espouse th

ingredient ...

*6

when almost conduit,

smart concentrated on freezer noises,

deep stray last year,

accrue is mentative,

swarthy in collar,

eels for locus of

paramecium,

(perhaps first) that ocean

a song in ton of metal,

soft shake, cant decide,

untried or fuses into,

reprimand to all his trouble,

false then appeasement, (always

more cars, more true than elate), from,

his accusatory,

tables accompany to unease, as

fool in trust to being's ruling self. th

cart on never stops ...

*7

hidden to serene any detail,

once perdition puff nose,

each once a while (relook for genre)

no no that kid a lot

unsure as a release small is disturb

th serenity & a month to leave out

of that wholeness deeded reciprocal,

grateful to eclipse & only coughs th roost,

(gabardine) hand on neck

is where streaks

gather wisdom to go out ...