January Deceased
A long occurrence extracts
elongated findings of known
approximations. Wind wears
heavy-handed cotton
absorbing rain and relevant angles
whose whisper light dangles
versus
accommodating swell of hours’
disillusioned meanings.
Silent, or, abridged
A silhouette
changed
became
altered
a
silver-once rendition
now-turquoise interpretation, pregnant. Not
with child of crying
hankerings,
with devotional alterations
made by fractioned hands
whose desire to unfold braided contemplation
rewove threads of patterned differentia
countering
language of wind’s ambulatory sameness
thus
the silver-once silhouette
wore jewel of blued translation
reaffirming communication of the tongue’s stilled
articulation.
Esoteric
Ingurgitated allegories
pastel serene confined
roles
forward
systematic deluge
devoid
of au courant deconstructive
systems
farce
fair-served
snide gallop
posterity
revolutions upon
recommended hinges
pivotal discussions
of the mouth’s curved
analytical absence.
Physiology
Light, sprained
an opaque
unhealed ration
replaced
resplendent
angles of vertical understanding
denouncing
serrated realms of particular
focus toward
alabaster situation. Heel of
formulated
notions
watched and discarded
and hour’s
cylindrical
compassion. Orange
hung
coalesced fundamental remedy
watching temporal
devotion to inaccurate prophetic innuendos, recovered.
4/16/11 – 2:45 postmeridian
Ballet of garden scent
collocated
imagistic rationale
with
modes of tonal acupuncture
pierce
progress
pollinated
virtues of denial’s vision of
desolate canopies
housing smiles of the shadow’s death, reemerged.
This
Spring
of pastel
precautions
preludes and condemns Winter’s choke and incessant bore,
optimistic. &c
strums an again’s reliable
recommendation
woven words and sedentary needs
conserves the corporeal foundation of this day’s
softened curl into
dusk’s soon caliber of upper stratum compartments.
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
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