Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Malleable Objects: A Dialogue Hidden Between Throats

Grethel: Forgeries encapsulate the Braille? Open mouths?

Kalsel: Maybe... epiglottides and caustic trigonometries
...........slump forward...


Grethel: ...Yes, and radiometric. I've measured these fluid-drenched
..............ducts, these semaphore reds time and then....no, we make

..................................jest as estimated vomitus. So, in conclusion...

Kalsel: Extrude ulcer from mouth and chancre sudden
.............thrash of milky waves...to beach in one's ether. To...

Grethel: Sculpt capricious vowels ...yes, how hasty is one's
......
............................................and immoral suasion!

Kalsel: The act of canary expressions. Bestial at best. No, you...
..................and then it swallows moan with mirth as victual

..................................to not be a visage just; be a vivid embrace--

Grethel: You speak defiantly, but you know it is I who taught
.............capitulation to man. It is, then goes...a much more sinister
.............grin.

Kalsel: But whose keel and veracity it fucks twice-over;
.......................................a pleadable this...
...........................warts disappear with the right pressure.

Grethel: So do moans. And names scratched into paper. And
....................................the diagrams of our palms...

...............................................forgive the mattress
........................................it swallows motion

Kalsel: Your forgiven ellipses and synthetic glossae...

.............................my tongues find their way into your body
.................................again and again...

Grethel: But then, and here's the truth:

Kalsel: Not so. Once, a beautiful carpenter refused
................the wooden slats of your spine...along
............................with all shrinking

.......................violets [Song of Solomon 6:42] before
......................... the 40 day storm

Grethel: Nonsense! I've come to...urge speech and...
............you know nothing...and pigeons are...and you...
..................an ill-bred sapling...

..........................................my icy divide: the curl
......................................of a second well-hidden labia

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