Another LQ post

Modag Jargal One A'shivi-shivi-janusuckling abreast the tom-tom-tokamakara cumulous from glen to glen O Danny boy, le freak C'est Sheik whose Ferrari Sport Utility Vehicle whose rear mounted artillery decibel whose dish-dashing scimitar language like a rubber robber donut gong in the musical hell of bosch comes like a breath fresh from a lion fish comes like an iron snail boot bot-bleak from a black smoker who stubs his butt in a plastic smokey the bear jesus head engine pulling its entrainment of desiderrata through the mountains of an imaginal mirror (hokus-pokus-klingon-waterbottle-baby-heads) where the motor of representation bathes like the star-nippled Vulcan Diananaut in the glade of the pharmakon odalisque within odalisque orchid within spiderorchidantennahelmetstamen whose rear mounted artillery decibel is Ferrous Pan mouthing fur in the Atlas mountain bandit sugar cane herm scarf cuff-link is the glacial hand of Mohammad descending into the bony and ricketed face of irrigation is the molecular teddy-bear of blood golems who surf on chocolate cookies in San Tropez is the yonker conch of holy Jamaica is the Sufiwoolen mitten of a million masturbating silversmiths whose careening convertibles form a waterfall of sentences too pure to be spoken to pure to be uttered in discrete letters too pure to be designated by the galactic stick embryo of language's hubris whose cavalcadi is the satanic wedding dress of the "Countess of Mugley" an elegant dancing robotic lithophone whose saddles are the finest satin whose riders are purest nymph-meat freckled in blue mantis which vivify the romantic clock black error with a delirious deliceum whose meaning like a spear through the heart is a diamond-eyed serpent flung to the cloud goliath by a david as puny as the word and mightier than a snuggling kitten feted by trance's candle-light this desk is a cavernous skull of dancing orders and like a pink orchid knight chasing arcimboldorosed windmills whose grist is a veiled purchase lame with sparkling perfections umbilicall'd to a fool's paradiso sauntering on blessed bell-like sucker pods marking the breasts of the loved one like a blind and shaggy grandfather octopus poem Victor Hugo as a hermit in the Sea by Phanero 27/ 02/ 2006 20:27