"Arkikosa O'ergreened"

trance wanderlust among Scorpio
spies is tribune cubicle

brown river, blank airt
allegiance

artiodactyl psalms, difficult subject
beyond the gemsbok oval

Hanny's Voorwerp shows wainscot cleavage
as molten

if the ziggurat prove beigely noxious
call it nod's angel

my homage
to the curviangular barm depth

sort of a homely torsion


"I tried hard to think of Rome not as a vast communal grave, where the bones of Gods and men are strewn indiscriminately about the ruins of the temples and the Fora, but as a human city, a city peopled by simple mortal men, where everything is human, where the pettiness and degradation of the Gods do not diminish the greatness of man nor invest human freedom with the significance of a heritage that has been betrayed, a glory that has been usurped and tarnished." -Malaparte, op cit


"Bruce is, to toss out a dubious musical analogy, John Zorn’s Naked City; flarf is Jonathan Richman’s Abdul and Cleopatra."