genre___________ cross fictive ________

when is a text a poem that's finished_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________


but none knows the detective like
edgar allan poet

the night wing
across its lyricism



the deniers deny
the believer retrieve~

'but' we (ouiouioui) are not nomads and
do not work for labels and sticky things

as if we did not know what the always ever growing establishment knows

its always already reterritorializing of the territories of text which unbend the furl of

that
corkscrew of

the rusted edge

"it's all good"
"whatever"

flick her floatsome hand
said Mona

She was meant to be one thing becoming many others in her solitudes of fastness
love was not a dog in her way
nor
was
the old I don't even want to know (that)there men before me
(are you speaking in propria persona?)

Love will be pigs but not blodwyn pigs
pearls before swine
eponymous bosch
Hieronymus synonymous anonymous Bosch~ gap tooth old gaffer ~
in the bush


(is that brush? burnt bush the escape goat god
squawking in his horn box transcendence)



"hihihihih" a horse arse's sussuration) shall we ? cinder play
with our platmanteau word?


shall we
or no mister voices can her name



said Jill on the downward pass

video flying from her hand


in the abc's of nothingness and speed
oh to be

now that's winter's there
to be here
or where
it's coming close to your skin



________________________________ AS Usual the lapse in to the lyric pestoral is a deceiving cunning baffling retour _ one and two has to detour _ as Papa Del and Brother Felix sez, cuff yer territory.


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