J.S. Murnet

Shavings De-

Shavings delineate new pie chart
claims release the strewn dry part
far mowing dopplers faith in Newt(on) crossout
dental closet stoppers chase the strewn glowing
pagination overcast as witted dimmers
stummer through the soak ah cuffs of wind!
Ah bracken, stoics, litmus, yellow cranes!
Tossing, stoning, clouding, rain!
Be triple what you frost in plexes prone
beehives jumping in the rain say slotto to
your Esmerelda tincture clumping, traced
of tampon cubits, what was soakage
but infinite made dwindlive until nothing
soapy particled swinging, dusted, smoting
gives in tralala transplant (sees) to one or
scuffling shipwreck in the basement dust
glowing in the corners of the ship that rocks
each lull in tenderness awash with
slivers in the shining vestibule the snore of
rafters on your plate beseeching choral bonus
triune tripwire spatulae in spattered,
lobster towel, ape the crater with your
leak peaking (peeking) ((piquing)) pratfalls
plummeted shadowwise the corner leak
sprung divots for the sake of lake-make, as is
pivots against the slab of question, flies sneaking
under the luminaries during speech purporting to be
humping hoses where the sleeve rustles
the least sum of breezeways halting in disrepair
like animation grist and inches clawing in the
soup where I dropped my new broth and the cleaver
stayed on counter top tipsy bashed the fork gusher,
tempted with a throat like a hip pocket,
corpulent, oddly, nurtured for being nub
ile and lang wib, spat a soap wreath and
shiny duck whence others come to mingle
’mid the shiny s/tones moot tongue
riñones and a mud lens dancing to the whittled
bebop (or was that a form of glitterati
hone dream dripped, a heavy) cluster dancing
toward the closet where the sword’s address
keeps hiber nits and spoons and
shed the socks like lint or pent-up reason
near the coast of languish stuff,
pensive crusts plunging in your loop with koop
to wit olayable tricked, fancier fungus sp
read across your plate au jus distilled
like agua fria (anybody like some chow?)
spun nap and shitty-like, focal, trusted,
swerved across the berm and paradise be-
comes paradox and pairs of dots
splotched pancaked on the salad bar
where rice and breeze combine to form
a slingshot on a par with camphor in
the lodgepole pine or sleeping
steep dream lacerations with piquante minions
aghast, agloat, stapled, stumbling, stall
wart like a lampshade in a coat
with fur and thereby clipped still foremost
flocked with soup and chaffing cinnamon
explains the lifted eyebrows like your speed.

J.S. Murnet
5 22 07