Sunday, August 22, 2010

Tonguespark

 

Strike the tonguespark wild, writer:
lick with hand and eye and ear the sea, the mindfire  blazing white.  Write all stagger wide your cucuru against the
dismal wrigglers.   It's time!  It's time!  Rev the rhyme and sling it down
the orange tracks.  It shines with racy tastings.  Buckle down
and crack the plastic street with flames of metric feet
Fruit the blue with heartful rains, the sea
with gleeful fishes hear them, even wicked fishes sing for
glory then and glory now and glory ever-be.  Taste! Speak! Awake!