Ameriscopia

The Vase of the Universe

37 The Vase of the Universe Gull shanty red rot Flecting the slay, the kill-off, the pounding . . . Angry as anger. Catalysting its severed lick over the scrubbed grain Of razerboard abracadabras. White wisurled heightened amandas . . . again and again, Over salapocketed grandeur. Battering The sainted grains of mint-shining lifers. Corpuscled shiv-splinted, innerly dormant By sin-pinted blood twicer. Water beast white pieces of the vase of the universe. Broken and scattered A quirl, a core, a few of which landed on This pounding shore. Pounding and angry as anger, for my feet to discover, Where the skin of its shell Gathers harmonies of color from similes of skies. Alabaster jubilees dancing in the shards. A translucent drip. A cone quirling a shallow hurl. A shimmer on the face. A stone. Shoots waves of bloated gods through surrender’s chanteuse. Ocean spray kilter, gulls’ shanty red rot. Battered beacher preach prancer Beat-listen to sing-memories, yellow bead stilter . . . Slay to the kill-off Bead rat-shatted milkness, a lactating temptress on fire-wet shatters. 38 Scorns of slings in my slip Pound my palling palkadine surf. Shoes grounded yellow-grey to gravity (fulled falstaff dismembrance) Fools her earth spiral sand, musing her sheet-sanded swoon. White wither rotting amandas, Again and again . . . angry as anger Sound suncanting canter round, pounding Pieces of shayered-frieze. Seized tier, By tier, By hues . . . falled from vase. Scattered this to shore, kiss To my foot sanded hoot. Slay to the kill-off, the keel-bow Bevacqua-fleece hunter, Fishwisher-Galopia, Glowing with tidal rememory. My salient galaxies knife these cuticles of phosphoressence. In magining-gentle-agenta-kin plumage . . . In puddling-quellemine-green-fluttered swear . . . Sworn to tide eternal vase, there. Holding swigs Of salapockets, bare, nary bigguns . . . rip-ride Bated saint, gladiator of fin paramours. Bake a tail for an x or a fool . . . or Flirt undilate-skirt undertow taut with glow caught, By Prophet-Sail, the salt to my sea-line ablutions. Healing her broken her ceiling the floor, her dust A blue spiral spoken. Quiet, quirl-vessantly Shushed to shore, I soar . . . A sky bows her headwind shyward, while ravailing seaward. Under the slip, jigs the forgiving membrane . . . A seaweedled camel, burp Dunking the hump of the cosmos. Cormorant runner 39 Shoots a dot-pitted sun, combing the run Of this pounding . . . again and again. A redbill dubby. A webber. An eye starin’ stub. A chick barely Cheeked With shy-shiny crubs. Craw, Craw, the hoot will fly . . . High, High, the krill goes nigh . . . Sainted lifer, hold waters of blood And spill blooded twicer. On the shores of above, sunning a drowsy z . . . ...