January 08, 2009

"books" – poem dictmutationary y'all

In autumn I leaf through them.

I brush past bushels

Of prickly consonants,

I stand willowy and

Make eyes at rotund vowels.

They litter the churches, mosques and synagogues,

Like re-arranged numbers on license plates,



In an automaton I lead through them.

I bust past buses

Of pricey conspiracy.

I stampede whistling and

Mend extrinsic roto-visuals.

They load the chunks, mortar and swords,

Like rear-view nudity on linocut,


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