Thursday, January 05, 2006

'Isolated Elements Swimming in the Same Direction for the Purposes of Understanding'

Listen! Those notes are as tight
as peas in a pod. When I indicate
a left turn, I catch her
stovepipes in the rear view mirror.
In nothing flat, a rental in Spain
slips from the vendor's lips. His scuba
cheeks ply the coastal shelves
with a coral blast. Poke me
if he does it again! Glissando
of modern condominiums.
I flossed with a tulip
when she reached the stop
and mumbled a Caribbean shiver
straight from the watershed
in the traffic. I winched
intensity like a soccer coach.
Here we see that shambled
octave mopping up the macadam.
If I bump up the font an entire
pixel, is that better? A blind
corner irons out its kinks
in less time than a sunfish
slips through Perspex.

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