Lanny Quarles

 

 

 

 

This is from Lanny Quarles, who can be reached at lkquarles@uswest.net.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Company name: Taiwan Chlorella Manufacturing Co., Ltd

 

 

Woe woven ode of translucent beaks and bladed shoes of

spurned water whose Sri Lankan bills with wrinkled foo dogs

dance on rotten paper screens to greek soldiers

whose lovely white stockings and 400 pleated skirts

symbolize the end of the Ottoman Empire

whose toe tassels are miracles

or meaninglessness to me as are all frenzied

nationalisms beautiful abjections though they be

hovering wombs of color mad trilobytic swarms

in word-space N peak rush-hour rushmore heads

robot giants filterfeeding in miniature final krill of utopian =

mathematics

whose fissured and deformed heads blossom in narcotic sponges and =

afterlife

primordial and simple rock people gone vegetable along the azure beaches

of dumb and unbridled industry great evil conchs of combination

empty incantation of space mask of holy abyss

dream corpse of seven handed dirt deity

whose white penis girdled in smoking flowers

is tatooed in sacred hindoo headlines

is sparkling with cheap indonesian sequins

like porcelain neckbeads

buried in an ocean of decaying flesh dolls

and still one retarded robot on the horizon is lifting a flag

and one is drooling and naming each pebble

and limbless i am Company name:

Taiwan Chlorella Manufacturing Co. Ltd.

 

 

 

 

 

Diogenes of Faithful Mass

 

White to straw-colored crystals

Of Phenoxyacetic Acid

Are adjusted to form a boat

For a sea of Carbon Tetrachloride

Or feet,

Dead feet,

The dead feet of Anne-Marie

Poisoned by her terrible bridegroom

The Phantasm of Air,

The Minister of the Interior

Whose glucose boned water prose

Milks fine castles of weeping stones

Laws for turrets, states for shallow graves

Iron clad ironies, the kind that leaves fall in

Catalysis (Grundform)

The simple abrasive sector

Its remainder, like shit

Which is poetry

And the leavings of sacrifice

Our religion whose words

Our chemical attentions interrupt

As flowing (in white spiders)

Who save prophets

And coupons

These dead words just lay here

And mingle with your fate

Your thermoplastic ego's

Interface cylinder

That sweet haiku of cellular horde

"The Multiclone is Versatile!"

Gyulu Bhoga Bhranta Bheda

Stabilized for drum shipment

and storage..

 

 

 

 

 

 

--Lanny Quarles