"Speaking about epics, mother,
How long is it since you gathered mushrooms...?"
--Zukofsky

"Lancelot Link"

Swiftly moving beasts
As they hurried to terrible the
Uttermost

Regions of the globe sagging verandahs &

Have peeling paintwork brought this
Evil down thing to
Pass down the grow. Winding metal road
Of the wildest of At all

Sublunary doorway of the old timbered

Hotel few
In children have abandoned
Tipsy telegraph poles to the hills beyond
Let of me
Then remember this ridiculous

Masquerade too utterly
Monstrous for the crack
Of edge-: a

Stockwhip singing chrome
Singularly alike in general
Contour chrome through a cloud of rising
Emerald dust acid & with a creeping
Shudder scanned
The empty landscape

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"Let seem seem beginning of be." --Bob Perelman

Jubba.