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Friday, March 19, 2010

text || J. S. Murnet

TYPER STEERAGE


Useless lather typer typer spun the shock you
onto shaven(‘t) surf(aces) you dig? you flop?
you scamper throatly spreading all the eggs and
crash? come hit her sudden scrogs to bitter
lumenist con-retraction cuspids dented with
the air in turn retraced (made hole) chronic (to wit,
aplomb, ablaster ,blooming) blazen leaves and
krumhorn dents venting the fumes of runes
and Dagwood spears the phonebook with
a Q-Tip the rind stairs apt to vie unless
(useless) peremptorily dairy flag, pious hag,
pretty lag and betting what the toenail spread, or
lips, lunch, lanyards w/ acrostics flooding the
parquet penciled like your wheatstraw gas
oline what spelled was “loom” bloggy after
tossed and buttered (raw) chalk
flab blundered horse and ducklings, cruise
ahead the soap where soundless slide slides
into phone boots (laughter chopping) best to
confiscate shore pawns before they’re average anymore.

Sole long the clocks did hurt,
but butter on the butter meant breadlines
badly nutted in the sandbox where
the swallowed shines in situ, and the long-
time swift sails climated quickly in the
salad clustered on your throat a volc-,
a steel-cut oat G (row (row (row yr
crow gout spelling and was blazing in the
thunder of a wombtilt strapped to precious
history with glow worms tenting gush
gland looming in the pelfglow matching tones
with tonnage to be scooped and horned like
lunging off the bones and whistles comma
piecemeal sponge or vortices like mitts
mats mutes moats and stunning closet
airs a jambon w/here a jamboree ought
to jump all over the wall covered with
crackers because the gravel in them s(t)ings
like smoking sheets in the closet or
noticing happening to notice fate en route
somewhere else nor lungwear felt the
cankering ni him throat to ward off
foes of forward (march and so) bon
oboe cruncher, treble lap dense souper
premise | locus | white noise | spack | disframe |
entain | rebrain | corchain | plock | spammer |
hult | jeebers | whee to fib and squeal
upon the tiptoe and the dream leaf
stamber clombe shed dripping wit ner
stems half tult have tool half fix spooled
along the the the stench of of ozbder
taem sped ahead the chowder box
had wimple in its soul and vestments clear
stamping in the cereal bowl with tonsure flop
ping (here’s hoping hamper spreads with filling whets the
knot) blimp sycamore (why not) lessening
by half wit (suitable) cornice like lac
cur whimping in the churning pantry
whiffed of chuffed self imposition (streeted
to the house uptick lambid corners tracing
through the lib blot stenton flooders at
the soup cropped at the kneecap or swept for bugs
(across the lamps and diggings) test of
skillets primply, used folded-in egglets strung
to blinglets core processed out of champfered
comb over sleazy lunglets on the door
with heaven molded in (I guess), to wit
(the sum and sub-stance is an inlet)(yes)
detention tect, forted in the throat
“so there” (now what?) what hat had half humping
handle howled activated at half mastication
heaved across the floating bed: capstoned,
fortified, chided, cloned the situational dampness
of your Barcalounge with frets aside from button up
and down aligned paged saffron lights puddled in your
throat a heap of shells that jiggled when you
sang croup clap clutching at that stone
crafted by taste a stone’s throw from encumbrance
jumpy like, straddled through the corn
smoke blistered mister misery more
blokey than a first smoke stinking up
the basement reachable by sense of sight,
hearing, scent, and sixth languor spelling,
tunes scampered in the froth forth potion-seized
made frost let loose as karaoke kebab my
corner stone letting loose some light (or
something?) varied, chapped, liturgical, snappy
throated and a sump rinsed tooth,
spread the coffee wide as hostels for
the way worn youth with emptiness as
badges shiver in the empty light
sipped by degrees (ashower) blandy rank
and philia filial file drawers drawn down
from schwa hamper foam.

Steady fright or wings shaved with 2X4s, and
likewise stealth, fifths, strobes, strife, shots of
corndog syrup dripping down your leg
newly spectral overdose of lagartos
smelling like the landscape foam you inhaled
after dark when chunks of grass coagulated
‘neath the moon mustard “Spread the Floor!” the
crystal pig reflected on the wall suppresses platitudly
urges gratitudely in the wake of spatulae
spattered like the cone dropped off the
roof in waylaid claustro-formative restraint
akin to sampled staples or a block of
chicken fat steaming in the fluorescent light
componentry aside, full stride and gleaming
walls of shadow where the water drips and
smoulders scissor-like untying letterpress
liquidity and names of written corn and
punctuation beans easy on habit and delicate
for means that weigh your snorting in the
low-ceilinged basement against porta-portico-efficient
stalking wheeze thumber playdoughs in the afterspoon,
linty closets post-lit leeks as if postponement prone to
steel-cut porkage penciled lungly in a dance
against centrality, the tendency to tender phonebooks
collecting ants in the garage to be counted among
the ming bean steerage.


J. S. Murnet 2006-2010

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