Such a classic mortal blunder to lay
my spine as it erodes, graceless, inelegant
on Galatea’s cold, ivory arms;
such delicate carvings can never be human, look human,
feel human under my lonesome bones.

I long to see you flinch and break
into fine, liquid, rain of dust blinding me,
covering the walls of this room
in a blameless shade of white: a new asylum ward
for my kind of insanity,
you say.
It envelopes like light around my awe
and my forlorn limbs,
tangled with Galatea’s unmoving ones.
I look for comfort within brittle carcasses
scraped of everything they could ever give.

The quiet persists eerily.
But here, Pygmalion’s gifts remain untainted:
the apex of auger shells, the beak of a songbird
the blunted ceriths, the rusty chisels
all impaling my spinal bones.
Yet the sculptor’s kisses, long erased,
the careful carvings, long defaced,
long reduced into a Grecian ruin.
I bury my body on your arms yet they find no rest
against the ghostly pleas of mammalian tusks.

How many for your fingers?
How many for your hair?


Tell me, Galatea, were you carved to bear the weight of
all the sea salt I swallowed as I drowned?
Soften under my meandering thoughts; I long
to see you flinch and break — like all the dead elephants —
any reminder that you yield pliantly to the voice
of the love goddess, that you were once turned human.
Break now, your solid arms, under my own collapse
over the sea foam caught on fire.

I am no longer bending and weeping to pick myself up.
Here it all goes down and ends:
my bones,
and yours,
burning,
snapping.
Nothing —
nothing less glorious will last after us.

— Fray Narte

your arousal fantasy
is a catch for me
comes in sound waves
enters my head
from the right ear
but no action required
I say
just observe
so I
pull it up a bit
- the activated tip
in the crypt -
from the line beneath
towards the umbilicus
spread
- the well calculated
as if instantly
phononized insanity
validating
vibrational ascendancy-
along the void
and render
all the whatever
patiently
in less than a moment
lest the mind won’t interfere
amid balancing the belly
I half
the remaining
equally
push one lump towards the zenith
another vis-a-vis the right feet
so it finds a correct exit
while especially the
toe tip
beside the small one is affected to be
the immediate target of delete
I shut personal sensations
of ‘I don’t like it’
so that I can dump
with a pure desire
to return to sender
as is required
as much as earth receives
air insists
for its ascending part
an accuracy of might
a simultaneous rush of flow
a cause of cranial vertigo
lasting less than a moment
on the right
quasi ready to squad
the head
but No - I fight not
fighting means slavery at your side
whereas your side exists not
without that foxy fight
hidden under smarty pants just
a mystified puff-gloom intensifies
but gets shot
in one bite
ready to gobble the pretender
which I am not
and flushes oh the so lonely
oh the so broken hearted
transforms to a flatus-cloud
heads up and up
en route the dark
skies full of angry-clouds
oh my brrrrrrgghhhh
even they take it not
hurriedly move aside
an irregularly contoured
eloquent ******  
ethereal space shapes
softly
along the
cotton like subtlety
pliantly tight
so you can pass
while I happily look up
to sing the
Oh Lovey-Dovey
See!
You also have some use
Finally
and Yes!
The sun shines for us
most beautifully
diminishing your blues
through the enchanting
blue of the patchy

walking briskly
clutched purse
brown slick
leather gold
dangles chain
boot to hip
(*** in jeans)
tighter pliantly
addresses earth
beautifully crushed
rouge brunette
hair lips
ivory between
flashes parting
eden A
serpent and,
"excuse me"

that pharmacy could be
a tree,
spitting small colorful seeds
down the throats of kids
that look at concrete too often-

a tree
with budding fruit
clipped and stuffed
into a sunrise-colored cylinder
by a man
dressed in a cassock,

and I could be
a catechumen
waiting pliantly
inside the trunk,
whispering prayers
to the wood above my head.

he plays my nerves
like piano
tense but pliantly
plucked because
his hands are a rhythm
of skin, warm and
tender and he
tells me me he loves
me with a mouth
like honey as
if he has never
swallowed a graveyard
as if his heart isn't
an empty chasm of
rot and cobweb.

will it ever be noticed
that hectare upon hectare
of grain fields pliantly line

countrysides in every nation;

but alas, they are only too often
overlooked... to far too many,
one field is much like the next...

written twelve years ago
when yours truly about two score
and twelve years old,
and fishy financial fiasco
about twenty six weeks
before being scalloped
courtesy villainous fraudster
otherwise known as scam artists,
blithely, glibly, and pliantly
fleeced with shear trickery
my coveted nest egg.

TO: TWO PRECIOUS HARRIS LASSES
WHO LIVE ON GREENTREE LANE
THIS FAST APPROACHING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY
AS WILL READILY BECAME PLAIN
RECEIVED A SPARTAN GOVERNMENT LARGESSE
WHICH AFFORDS PRESENT
ONLY ONE BOX OF COAL APIECE
DISAPPOINTMENT THIS PA
HUMBUG ** HUM FELLOW
WILL TRY TO EXPLAIN.

OUTRAGEOUS COSTS
TO CLOTHE ELVES
WHAT WITH DESIGNER CLOTHES
AND THE LATEST TECHNOLOGICAL GIZMO
NEARLY BROKE THE PIGGY BANK
IN ADDITION TO FEED THE REINDEER
COMPOSED OF BUCKS AND DOES
THIS I TELL YOU
TO BE EARNEST AND FRANK
WHICH GRUELING BUSINESS
NEARLY FOUND LITTLE ***(ETS) FROZE
THIS GOVERNMENT ACTION
NO HALLOWEEN PRANK
NEARLY FOUND ME BEHIND BARS
ADDING TO UNFORTUNATE WOES.

SMALL TOKENS ACQUIRED
BY THE ABILITY TO SCRIMP AND SAVE
A PITTANCE COMPARED
TO LAST YULETIDE
YET NO INTENT TO BE MEAN SPIRITED
NOR RANT OR RAVE
FOR BOUNDLESS LOVE SPILLS FORTH
FROM SENSITIVE PRIDE
NO MATTER SOME
PERCEIVE ME UNSAINTLY
PURSE NICKETY KNAVE
RANK AS A WORSE CREATION
THAN FRANKENSTEIN’S BRIDE.

TRY TO REMEMBER
TIS THE THOUGHT
FROM WITHIN TO GIVE EACH
AND EXTEND THE SPIRIT
OF GOOD CHEER
THAT COUNTS MORE
THAN SPEND LAVISHLY
AND TO REALLY TEACH
SO CHERISH EACH
AND EVERY MOMENT
WITH PASSION TO SPARE.

NOW ONWARD AND UPWARD **
WITH THE SOUND OF SLEIGH BELLS
BACK TO THE NORTH POLE
THIS POOPED OUT HERD WILL GO
AND THE EXPECTED GIFT
FROM THE MISSUS A LUMP OF COAL
PLUS A LAUNDRY LIST
OF DUTIES PERFORMED
WHILE ENDURING TEMPERATURES
(INCLUDING WIND CHILL FACTOR)
THAT FEEL LIKE…
WELL BELOW ONE HUNDRED BELOW.

However, to divert attention
Defeated the bright lights of the voice 1000X7X
the girls; in light of the war on the Internet of a dog,
I crushed them w/ which it is mixed commonly;  
Since the ash is bad; Oh, table & proceed
to the salesclerk playing w/ her arm of the corner;
Your baby's mom,         which is to say the mother
of the dignity of grand advertising?  What do you want?
Giiirrrrrrl, the ball, or woman?                There is a form
                  recently acquired by the multitude of shame!
Of judgment,      Hannah, of everything that is trending;
- defeat of the boy and girl, however, in order to divert law;
10007X bright damsel;                  Shedding light
                       on the extinction of the parents; leaps and go
                       the price of the dog in charge
In fact,    a cleric of the fuel for the evils are mingled;
O Lord, if the entire history of the earth breaks
In gutters & wives taking a bit of it, she was an infant,
& the mother of the mom; What is the size of the advertising budget?
What do you want? Giiirrrrrrl to ball over a woman?
Does the new shape & size; which is trending; God,
that you chose? - The girl is great; time is the worst;
However, to divert the attention of the right,
1000X7 the glare of the bright girls;      The light
extinguished of war for the price of a dog, it is clear
from the common ashes,   because they are mingled
w/ the evils of the table, O Lord, to the clergy,
& the corner of the story of the gutters, your baby's
mom is a mother & that's all, & of the greatness
    of the advertising budget?  What do you want?
Bali giiirrrrrrl or woman? There is a new form
In the confused throng,   & characters produce
                                   trending to make an attack?
- boy and girl were once a disaster,
however, to divert the attention of the right,
10007X glare and bright girls;      The light;
On the extinction of the place of parents will go to him;
the price of the dog's fire arms & the leader because
they are mingled w/ the evils of the table,
Oh, Lord, to the clergy,   & the produce of the story
breaks down in the gutter & takes her mom & your
baby-wives & mothers w/ the size of his advertising budget?
What do you want? Giiirrrrrrl to the ball over a woman?
Does the new format & size which is trending;
God, who chose you? -                boy & girl;
A lot of time is the worst.

1000X7 & winning the right;  |   flashing little girls
by torchlight while sniffing the textile donkey's ***
who is sexually aroused        biting into the ***** of a dog,
where the channel is to crap after eating a meal, you geek;
You're tossing your apples,           O Lord, by the secretary,
           the wheat field is not the middle ground;
your mom's ******* off a policeman; That's right, your mom!
& what do you want? To throw the giiirrrrrrl a ball!!
Trending panic, the Colossus of Clout!  - childhood
insulted by the specially written oppressive history.

1000X7 & winning the right diet; the shining
of the lightning of the little girl of his heart, snuffed;
      the weapon took it up the *** in the torchlight
of a general itch, & a dog biting the situation in the gloryhole
         of God; chalk it up to the crap u eat for lunch, you geek;
You're mixing your apples & oranges, Lord, the Secretary;
But what is not in the second half;  a one off of your mom's
baby at the breast of great grief;    That's right, your mom!
& what do you want?      A giiirrrrrrl to throw a ball to!!
Trending alarm wrote about Colossus Clout! -       Concerning
Childhood, he wrote a history of the most serious insult;

1000X7 & winning the right diet glare's brightness of
The Girl;       The light of a body of armed men to *****
w/ wooden ax handles, wailing for the common *******
glory of the bite of a dog,   the cat's lunch piped up  
parts from the dust you're mixing your apples,
art Thou, O Lord, and secretary; Wheat & the like;
Your baby's mom is in the Gulf of advertising;
take off so that that which is right; Your mother!
& what do you want? Giiirrrrrrl woman to throw
the ball! Do not be afraid: the Lord heard u were
trending huge & pliant rush? - In the history
of childhood, the girl is serious.

Et conciliandos 1000X7 ius victu fulgor et claritas
Puella; Lumen exstinguere armatorum
gemitu nemus ansam canino commune ***
gloria morsum canis felis prandium pulvere partes organi
Tu misces vestra apples tu es, Domine, scriba:
Et sicut triticum;   Tua infantem scriptor mom est in Sinu
tolle quod vendo et iustitiam
Mater! et quid tibi vis? mulier Giiirrrrrrl
pila iactare? Noli timere: exaudivit
trending ingens paras detexere iunco? - In historia
                                 puerorum et puellae grave est

in winning the right to the diet's glare,    1000X7
the brightness of the girl's light on the extinction
of the handle for the parent of the arms
of the King of the common dog's glory
w/ the dust shaken off the gas pipe to the dinner parties;
you are mixing apples, you, Lord, secretary
& u throw your baby's mom into the bay;
such is advertising & a line; Mother! What do you want?
Giiirrrrrrl woman to throw the ball?            Do not,
trending huge & pliantly in a rush? - The boy & the girl;
               their story is serious.

However,                    in order to divert the attention
      of the right diet 1000X7 glare of the bright girls;
                  The light extinguished between the place
of a parent to take up arms against the General dog's
ashes channel to the table & you are mixing apples,
Sir; that's the clerk's,  the wheat & the plot from the
gutters, your baby's a mom, this, women as mothers,
& his greatness,                     the advertising budget?
What do you want? To ball the giiirrrrrrl woman?
A new kind of the size, what is tested trending push?
- boy & girl; what is important at any time
in the time of the evil one.