at the snakelounge, part 5 (a dream at the snakelounge)
chalkboard satori lungwheeled
on the offal of an opal
sunspeaking tourist tarot and saline
sieves lurching on backgroundnoise
veneer and centaur and volume
beltingnoisesofmachineswatching
the cords of you melting redwords—--
on the offal of an opal
sunspeaking tourist tarot and saline
sieves lurching on backgroundnoise
veneer and centaur and volume
beltingnoisesofmachineswatching
the cords of you melting redwords—--
at the snakelounge, part 6
you fell asleep under the plasticfruit-trees
and the horse-hoof comma
reaching for an ewer of loritabtea,
and you want to read the Kalpa-sutras
next to the painting of an Indian fire-sacrifice
and the illusionist’s table,
a light and glass demonstration of spherenoise,
or use your giant honeybee kite with the dolphincurve spool
to test a radiowave you invented,
but I am whistling by the prayerwheel
a horned questionmark,
and I order our drinks——--
and the horse-hoof comma
reaching for an ewer of loritabtea,
and you want to read the Kalpa-sutras
next to the painting of an Indian fire-sacrifice
and the illusionist’s table,
a light and glass demonstration of spherenoise,
or use your giant honeybee kite with the dolphincurve spool
to test a radiowave you invented,
but I am whistling by the prayerwheel
a horned questionmark,
and I order our drinks——--
at the snakelounge, part 7
freonlozenge and tricycle-tar cartooning a fable
of the father of two-story loopholes
disconnected from the tundra
backwash cablecar, a whale-mouth and dirges
on a steel-juicebox, Lydia’s toyhammer and
Stella’s boxcar sedated stylo gamma-waves
on accident,
and you don’t care about halfprice, the arsonist’s lunchbox
or the leadbox quailvoice tarantella red-dresses,
you don’t care about terse-tonic searchlight or
serenade soapheel mallets thinking about garnets
and hooped mellotron laserbeam larkspur, but
you’ll leave room for the trick pondblanket
which I fall into
accidentally—--
of the father of two-story loopholes
disconnected from the tundra
backwash cablecar, a whale-mouth and dirges
on a steel-juicebox, Lydia’s toyhammer and
Stella’s boxcar sedated stylo gamma-waves
on accident,
and you don’t care about halfprice, the arsonist’s lunchbox
or the leadbox quailvoice tarantella red-dresses,
you don’t care about terse-tonic searchlight or
serenade soapheel mallets thinking about garnets
and hooped mellotron laserbeam larkspur, but
you’ll leave room for the trick pondblanket
which I fall into
accidentally—--
zeroforms 15
gabriel and the Hydra eat a drugged chocolate
left in the Saturday repository
of laurel and Lydia’s zygote beaker
yowling with the lemongrove paparazzi and radon drip
ferriswheel guestrooms and Guru Tosei yelling at you
behind greenglass and the zygote-body peeling west
with whetstone donnabella
scorpions squinting at the guestroom
and maybe a sphinx-shaped stain
mimicking rosette quake language--
but I don’t know why
water floats up to the ceiling, and there are waternoises all night—--
left in the Saturday repository
of laurel and Lydia’s zygote beaker
yowling with the lemongrove paparazzi and radon drip
ferriswheel guestrooms and Guru Tosei yelling at you
behind greenglass and the zygote-body peeling west
with whetstone donnabella
scorpions squinting at the guestroom
and maybe a sphinx-shaped stain
mimicking rosette quake language--
but I don’t know why
water floats up to the ceiling, and there are waternoises all night—--
zeroforms 20
paraffin headaches for the goodbye bicycle
and the dandelionhead skull clamp drones in the periphery,
a pontoon-boat with tigerstripe nitelight
and your favorite gum is out of stock and
the headlight shaman jilts his screwdriver Potemkin (but how
do you know when it’s gone—saturate rope, toxic-rope fish),
Gregorian-chant winters at the sinkhole while you’re there,
but I don’t know how to know it’s night here——--
and the dandelionhead skull clamp drones in the periphery,
a pontoon-boat with tigerstripe nitelight
and your favorite gum is out of stock and
the headlight shaman jilts his screwdriver Potemkin (but how
do you know when it’s gone—saturate rope, toxic-rope fish),
Gregorian-chant winters at the sinkhole while you’re there,
but I don’t know how to know it’s night here——--
Darren R. Vallery 24. B.A English, VCU.
