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"up a polder" turn off your flash ...!! Holland's canals are only for Ram-a-dans to reproduce ah, you say, your lover's the bridge's neon your heart's flouride caked on sink plug your mind's obsidian aside a palm tree, gating a Ivau in which all the shiskabobs are by voucher guaranteed to be eaten so your |
rubik's cuboidal can scarf up all the skewers and deposit them on Uncle Sam's inkstand, suburban mall parking lot, in percolated retaliation well, maybe you oughta be in pictures ~up a polder~ "innertube" swaths across moon bath across splinter, bestowed by hallway bannister, // on which you // |
pace so ecliptic who can hide so long by red light once life's again // lace // & hems in biotite sheen the most tawny of face, that of one who dives, waves & lands on ~innertube~ "shadows of the told" rain through gutter wire of patina one, from somewhere jacquard God, now enduring I pretended I was gold now only the fields are on the brink of my shadows of the told |
"superfluous" oh, how many waves to brush? how many crests to crush? how many ridges on which to blurb that a riptide created that grand anomaly we once were // prospective, // narcissus bulbs & velour swarth, whipping sand around blink, like aurora whips imbalance, action's only compelled to confiscate imbalance I knew in your tottering cynicism that I had the headiest of challenges, |
& I lost `I'm lost, `til directions disappear my real life & dream converge again, in other words until you are near, a black hole dietician, camel's artesian, birth certificate of the party ~superfluous~ |
- - - - - - - - - - G.W. Carver Guest Book
Molly: "What I need is mind, a piece of your mind ..." Ryan: "Well, how about the hypothalamus ..." - - - - - - - - - - you don't push an envelope if it's already sealed; I had better pipe down now. It's just that I had given so little to Largo Canyon in the way of words ... this is the end of me ... life is a cycad twig smuggled from a solstitial visit to the Tropic of Cancer & dropped in a sink of propylene glycol in Fort Knox, Kentucky by Ryan Lloyd |
Ryan visited us in the summer of 2000, helping us to build door frames and walls. He graduated from the Largo Canyon School of Stickshift Driving. He writes a mean letter!!! -JRW