Wednesday, May 30, 2012

THE FULL SWIMMING POOL


Plants. Not quite a parting of seas.
A horticulture enjoyable nevertheless
with Moses hanging out the bottom of its wave form.
He pours from the green-finger electrode, and some
dimensions crumple. Or begin to.

This show be
elaborate:

- a morphing diorama of the puffer Barbie.
Its grimace, which only by blowing outward
remains stable.

Barbie is a politician recognizable
only in caricature.

The dentist exhumes from the popular doll's molar
a prehistoric soup, and dripping it in a pan the pan
becomes flexible.

Such tissue usually remains on spikes – it's

usually
alleviated
by
inserting
a
coin.

A lunar dismantling reveals mechanical pastry.
Flavor that is subjective: a glazed wriggling.
Haired parcel. Unfragile. It quickly recovers
from the bomb within. Robotic shoulders shrug
off the sweat. Having been so introverted;
your poison yanked out of our cuddling. Morgue
atmosphere as accessory – the mortician's key fob.
Rampaging grieving reverts to steady hissing.
These are basically just emissions. Together,
it looks very different from e.g. foam. Scissors buzz
around it. Possession. The suddenly grown lovechild
is featureless. Its generator as if connected to
or mirroring dishes. The latter's boner's algorithm's
human counterpart had a snout; something in its skull's
snores as deep and wide and full as a swimming pool.

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