Poem Letter from Geof Huth (excerpt)

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

Modified Cornmeal: A 1969 Dialogue

Pasha: How was the trip? What about your kidney?

Carmen: From Idaho...I gave up my spleens.

Pasha: Worms are more or less ubiquitous in trails
.......of things, aren't they?
.................Like mayo, excess lust...

Carmen: Hugging an open sore? I find the trailing of
................your intestines very interesting...

..............................like a red/blue sky...

Pasha: I am grateful you [jerkily] replied.
..........Want my kidney?

Carmen: Maybe when you eat it you become bigger.
........When you drink it you become small,
.................and your shit is sought-after
................by idiots.

Pasha: How true. It does taste like golden sausage
.......................and blood pudding...

Carmen: [to Pasha] the guy who ate all your dogs doesn't
................eat dogs.

Pasha:[coy head-turn]I shouldn't have eaten the bread on sale.

Carmen: With further examination, I conclude there are no
..........birds on my lawn. The lady in the chair is
...........................weeping sheep

................go then with the telephone--

Pasha: Yes. There are fashionable, glassy vaginas
.......on sale that use sucked-up, egg-splattered mites

.........................along your lines //

Carmen: How so? My straddling slits birth sudden bassinette

..................processes.
............Alternate breathless patterns complete

............the littlest coax.

Pasha: Tiny, too. Skin islands on face...

Carmen: No, not exactly. Neonatal heimlich maneuver...

.............and the spilling of bibs surely lacks
...................... abnormal peacocks.

Almost Nudists: A 1968 Dialogue

Angie: tonguing the zeitgeist "spirited", quickly

Delphine: fetal alcohol syndrome? Egg/cell distress?

Angie: only flickering feels moons and move their...
........... unseen and hot

Angie: Pleurodynia... to mourn the Brillo

Delphine: ...mock arm press-ons

Angie: Ah! A comic that makes um...divine [insert goddess]

Delphine: Exactly...this era defines mockery--the rug comes
..................out from under my feet...shelf my toes

Angie: Give me an order, expedited safety

Delphine: necrobiosis liposuction deflowerer

Angie: Disgorge ember dialogues! Dissimilation which owes
........... much to the condition of habituation

Delphine: There's a lack of dew arousing once told demise...
..................all seems patriarchal, female

Giacomo: Gilled?

Delphine: No, sealskin sculpted into noontide

Giacomo: a Vietnamese handbag...

Angie: fortunately his mouth is tapered coral

Delphine: [Giacomo] lacks credentials...Angie,
..........how run sound wind, how thistles of him
..........I touched, I think...veins then lewdness

Giacomo: clasp and claw back, hit-up puke being

Delphine: frayed elbow patches, slow staggering
..........how ideal is quaintness--syllogism
..........in its most unethical removal of tongues