A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

18 February 2011

(Not) Snowed In

Sounds more fun than they sound
Sounds for fun / Banned on these grounds:
the semi-literal caved in masses (snowed in)
sweated, smoked out vastness
a lastless vastness without mass.

Chastity. A mold as old and forgotten
as the slime of God. Gold water in the
bottom of this pumpkin. The first four words
made you think it might be nice. It's not --
It's snot(-like) gold brimming over, bursting
(what?) out every goddam pore of the
pumpkin masses, choking out demands
for God, for Gold, gold-water...
we want this drink of ours to be heaven,
this think of ours (word) propels us like
God-designed flagellum, intelligent-design
like, toward the unwholesome dome of
sky, once held water, now it doesn't,
so antediluvian it hurts my face. Things grow
even where you'd think they would not.

No comments: