Friday, November 5, 2010

2 pomes || Billy Bob Beamer

recepepome

puddle of butterflies/ to

anything new centipede

legs in chocolate/ held

liquid/over with the yolks

/jugone toastslice and barley

then crumple them damnbury

along with the whitesdotted

of grated cheese-[grat hee/ha]

[[-for preference with your taste-]]

rub hit too/ into hot spinach/ verbs

that melt/ that smelt/ hott hat meal t/


fly away /butter sugarflysong /inwind
fly ...........................................away





pome 16 point

1. Universe: there ... a battery of beef.

2. A pillar of tenderly dyed dandelion seeds.

3. The money...you rub there a million... miles away.

4. These are of browned paper and carefully an airplane.

5. An older man who does the will of the garden...

6. What is a thing that has a clear curl from a swell up...

7. There, where a world of newt, chicken whiteheads, run all around a giant steel orb...

8. Ticker tape and putty...seeing desolate shades of time...

9. Self awareness is a noose from the orb, a soul energy and like the raw primordia gives birth...

10. The woods will be collected up. There: a teeming swarm of butterflies.

11. Again... Flip, flop. Three sevens, one that hid...

12. Why much life is your hips split. So far I don't think about being read...

13. Burn a picture of awesomeness inherent in the poor, and cuddling up a winner... So what... we've been seen ... a variety of atomic being.

14. Brazil’s poorer regions. See them... In the mirror while your mouth opens. To decline props... illusions...

15. Little ripples of the river loo that lets anyone who is neither periwinkle nor gigantic into a hope to stop...

16. Be a work in a purple wiggling jelly: ayahuasca and jelly, and begging, and you will be transcended, at work on techniques ...a warm pair of the people repressing each other with caring can be spoken of.... if you hold any degree of love of detail...

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