Thursday, January 24, 2008

On She Sells by Sean S

After "Pertinacious" by J K Dick

into wishing lonely lodgers shove stopgaps
bicycles to wince and crease across flawed avenues

thickets swallowing towers sails weighted
misting up quiet waves frayed wind drizzling muggy hours

seastars piss a rhyme right over a hanging tongue of shadow
oh many lights brine the shoals of our handbones' promenade

muffling our eyes the taste of split in the mouths shouts of
ALLELUIA ALLELUIA YOU FUCKER of berry iambic captively opaque

pop and hiss tin fish pressed to oil thinly hinged coils on she sells
sea shells she sells

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