Re: Hand Movements -- Courtyard of The Suns

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 04:30:03 06/09/06 Fri
Author: peteer
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 201.209.105.232
Subject: Re: Hand Movements
In reply to: 88 's message, "Hand Movements" on 13:47:07 05/25/00 Thu

>On one hand, when I come to th gristle
>I put everything I do through th long slow stroke
>Pushed back to th wall, I hit th fast choke
>chop to yr throat, don�t even lean to poke a hole in
>my float
>There�s only one boat and we�re on it so go tie th
>bonnet down
>
>On th other hand, stratacombed habituence
>congregates non-constituency into culturally specific
>inconsitecies
>A virtual slam-dance of redundant hypocrisies
>and over abundant oxymorons such as, �War is good for
>th economy�
>are dichotomously doled out in seal of approval
>spin doctor recommended daily allowances
>
>In my minds eye, my romance perforce
>may not yet be easily ascribed
>A prerequisite dialectic must first rust into
>trilobites
>Th moon transbender tumescence would not be far from
>th pint
>Weather reports indicate Coltrane on sax, Joyce on th
>syntax
>
>In any dark, smoky room looms th key, th loosely freed
>discipline
>The scheme seems to be tied to th flick of a wrist
>th most timely twist; catchin� th rhythm as schism
>succumbs
>on hand again as th chasm is spanned
>
>My epistle is, I must admit, fraught with pitfalls
>and not fit food for th feeble-minded
>Within every nook and cranny lurks
>a canny ancestor�s manuscript or
>one of nature�s anomalies, i.e.
>th platypus, surfacing thru recombinant stew
>
>Askew views th kaleidoscope as angle accrue
>At th turn of a phrase; th wonder is new
>A covenant is inscribed into th hearts of sheim
>not graven into stone or inked onto papyrus
>
>I stand on th skull beam eye socket
>housed in mirrors enuf to catch a whiff
>of th pied hyper spy societal pornopolies
>I size up run o�th mill, toe-th-line avatars
>as they messiah-nize dirt simple principles
>into phantasmal, orgiastic bombastions that no homine
>towards harmonious balance inclined could possibly
>inhabit
>
>
>
>
>My snake baits my mongoose
>but any hunter would prey on my rabbit
>As snail darter flicks minisculated semaphore
>to last stand sequoia sentinels; eurythmia is my life
>my two edg�d tongue sword that
>cuts to th quick anything it encounters
>
>I have to put it away, keep it sheathed
>cough discreetly into my napkin
>I only pull it out once in awhile
>and only in front of a captive audience
>which in due course is dust clouded
>mysteriously corralled thru th clearly marked exits
>
>I have been high on th slack tide, waitin� for th big
>ride
>I�ve been dry until midnight just to see what it�s like
>When I first heard as baby; space sliced by th
>intricacies of word
>I knew in th abstract perfect tense that
>I had something relevant and aching with clarity
>strapped down to a rapidly diminishing scapegoat of
>naivet�
>
>I heard th swing sung, slung low against
>th elliptical arc of th universe�s quivering lip
>pursed in epiphanies of vaguely remembered aromas
>I am sub-light momentum; barely able to comprehend
>th ponderous cop-out, th rigid fluency of deception
>that is somehow spontaneously kept aloft
>on a delicately unbalanced bassackwards industrial
>wish-wash
>served up with a zestily sauced innuendo ala carte
>blanche
>
>I fire off salvos in th opposite direction
>just to feel th ensuing percussion
>Discussion crops rot amongst babbling books
>all stacked unto self; th shelf drops off
>and if you aren�t aware of th deep water
>you�re gonna be crab bait as sure as
>th Sun barely shines on Neptune

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]