Monday, June 25, 2012

poems || Jeff Harrison

 
 
50,000,000 Wormswork Fans Can't Be Wrong
 
the tall-parody crook
tells me his dog is one
of the central zeroes

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WW breaks quills,
seems however
fabled flesh really

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red ready read
cut with a gurgle
a back pile of puddles
cut with a gurgle

tub meat untended

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who said a nightmare's

a sly kind of counterwish

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still they continue -
referred to as A,B, & C
mumbo jumbo types

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fanning
the surface / of carcasses
he's a good sort

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greasiest,
his best,
hurricane
caught its breath

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he did,
Delicacy,
wonder the work
at the other

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with shame
a last leave
to waylay him

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daylight.
witches.

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WORMSWORK'S
MALLARMÉ goes

zero, spume
verge on yet,
stamnos, lemmings' wiles
toast w/out crust for
1. one
2. reef
3. star
4. for who folds
         the sheet

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fresh decks of
several basic
interests

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Wormswork
snatches up the broom
can't be! QUIZ:
what was his name?

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did you know his loot
listens to me when he's laughing?
his poor little worried loot!

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his impression
washed with
dark olive suggestion

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Wormswork in the world?
disgusting!

Wormswork in the world?
for them!

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