The Nacreous Oughts

31 October 2007

    Pet Sitter Made My Pig Fat

My mastery of the blog form notwithstanding
wizened children stretching substituted arms out
to the Signifier
and the army of whispers
but in the scrub-typhus of Mubo

K. S.

25 October 2007

    Where the Earth Is

gray at what
poet does the
half lightthe lawn precisely edgedwipers almost not
cease to
give someone a
ricochet of inexorable things! already exist
in the voice will
pass, the Loaned People were
reading some cadavera
pluviaminatory strange fluida bloody fingerprint on
one of
the city itself becomes obscene from a
flogging; and memories that which
contained an Indian
Bacchanal blush bloodAt
his own ear.The last ten feet
slippered in Create a chair and lo! from
too much more than private.
Offering no type, nor on
shoveling with skull
revert, and wounds
that I lighted a book
which it by a
Sense of doorsbroken sensibiliafiddled with terrorism
refuse to Cthulhu? Orion just
got closer. Current
Music: John Harrison,
The child actors. .

K. S.

22 October 2007

zün has their impoverishment. Pamuk, İstanbul the
library to
torment the
Shining Ones halcyon xekricayennegrows cochinealchrome
greasy lungfishthe stars that I
call this Alibi
Theory. of
the number of
Dream of Jabba the Shock
Doctrine. ...Ah, my comment that is
a certain thing, going onand
allrememberto look in
fierceObstetric frenzy of runoffamber
parked cars. Iridescent skiesi
have to write a new Zealand worth $

K. S.

15 October 2007

    Lord Fire Maggot

in my garage We
see if Descartes had
been two parts.
of hüzün. ...has strong woman is
a silent for Debtors A
good time, and now every battle a strong woman is
a thousand deliriums divided, erratic
and it seems that is
no other
content is repeating, I call it issues,
lightning stuns.

K. S.

09 October 2007

The Wrecks

Offshore, sea beached these wrecks, their ribs
picked clean by seasons of salt, and here
the raping wave is master at last.

No bell is burial. Shag and gull
preach their heresies over the drowned
and foundered derelicts no one mourns.

--Mary Stanley at NZEPC

K. S.

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