The Uttered Fog
Uttered the rain
and born,
chopped wheel
transcending steel-plated
glutters like those
peanuts glittering in
the chain farm
laden, cloistered abecedarium.
Wha’ calculi
swirling in the throned
bowl with bristleen
shorehome in
a divot-first
endowment fracas
funded with a thorn
and slipping tube
seepily if steeply
placed against
a practical
community of sleep
(anarchy glitters)
the phone falling off the
wall where white
once was until it ran
astray was dusty
from the foghorn sleeping
on the shelf seen
in retro-from enormal
viewfound forecasts
gone dark (brown),
sandaled with a
throat your mist spins in
the chandelier like
ice rinse, princely,
thoroughly unfunded
and ribbing sparking off
those static
thoughts with ribbons planted
as they grow fungus
flowered on the bulbs
shining in the
closet with the clarinet, apart
from claret, a
quartet of
quarts, distinct
from quartz or
quotes the spitting
clowns on TV
sipping, slurping
borscht bulbs
flickering behind
the stove where
coyotes keel over
from the softness
of the smell sandal
Velcro-ed on the
chair leg with a
foot in hot pursuit of
cool shoelace glued
around the face.
The mask of snakes
unhinged a little
stroppy and
maligned like the corn
growing in your
shirt where the butt
ons used to
Beatrice the dent corn
sleeping in a can
right where I thought
of her parodic
scampering her melodic
damp formula
folding around the door
where gamma rays
are spliced with
pears and a slipper
bright with cat hair
right with
serendipity and claws about to
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