Friday, November 17, 2017

Fuzon

Fuzon
7-26-17

Lo, a likeness loving language learned to our levant
I sat in mine house and behold an appearance of auspice
And average alliteration
As forth fly the arrows aimed at finches and sparrows
On our blessed Tree of Mystery
In Urizen ten true summers of iron
And from dismal shade we have it made
In the shape as the globe shook in the core
Of its first begotten staggering in limbo
Peaches need not be rotten
Round the tree of Fuzon
He is not a man as I
And for ripe figs no sense in asking why....




Bessemer Stool
7-26-17

Forth from clouds of daybreak at eight on the nose
I'm wide awake with the seeds of infinite sciences
Returning to Ahania and virgins of the sprinkling joy
As he moves past I perceive him not
And a hand full of generous fire
Was I ever able by ulster and Irish frieze
For ulma and thumb by the Bessemer process
And the beauty of its language
For Romanised Gaulish appellation
And our former provinces on the breadth of the open bole
For English engineers cited as evidence of its connection...





Derg Corra
7-26-17

Of truth that dies like youth
That cries for the guardian of the otherworld
And engineering as in design
Equating Esus had Phandalia for contrivance
We mange and cope
Ballproof at ballpoint in physical likeness our counterpart
Symbol and emblem in showers of life upon our harvests
For snakes associated with regeneration
Straight up Colombian
Cup too hot to handle for ones lamenting voice
Joy will be ones choice
As sweat pours down thy temples....




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