Thursday, November 24, 2011


Don't ruin the taste
This taste, the blue taste
'Yellow taste', if I may say.

Lambent benediction sleeps
Soundly, noisily piercing
The ears, at will!

Run the taste, upside down
Relate it to the imagery of the
Pastures, of luminous light

Of blue and black cockroach
And silver duck and silver mind
Let gold embezzle You, in gutter

Be 'The', the sleeping bunt
Crack the sheep's fleece, fly
With the fleece if you want.

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