ENOCH & ALOE The secret properties of Aloe Amazing constructions How simple it appears They buildings They applause Designed for city habitation Move in fluid and Liquids tend to fill their container I grabbed his cheeks and kissed His forehead It required concentration This meant spotting moisture and Retracing its source in hopes It would lead to oceans Of thought How non descript we become In a multitude of faces He rubs his prayer cards Then the inscription on the back A word spell to ensure success Cutting flower stems at an angle Allows for a greater surface area More nutrients to absorb A larger passage finding its way To the upstairs pigment jewel We stick our noses in and o How things change They visuals They shoveling in our eyes Know the great doctrine of lord vision To see is to know Enoch is translated by god The first author His book carried by noah Translated but not expired No death for Enoch Fragrant juice or sleep nauseating Carcass dream Aloe Grooves in the phonograph Keep it silent Too minute for eyesight Squint Now back on land Air settles moments at a time Before swirling storming Skinning the hard shell of night Smoke coming out both sides Of his mouth Saturn Neptune Uranus have wings Have rings made of ice These leafless trees before me Are perfect lungs for such a planet (A fractal oasis) I focus on an eyeball and Its protective fluids Besides location no one tuft Is different than any other Somehow winter comes to an end At once the seagull the finch The rock dove and crow And now when I wave The fingers quickly darken The air’s too thick in here Particles I have no name for Are lodged in my chest He rode in on his skateboard Into the subway car His hair and shirt Perfect and his body had no legs Cut in half had no legs had no legs And he rolled around and sang The tunnel blues The twenty-three apertures Potholes for measuring time The distended belly of woman Like droplets hanging from a faucet An elephant trunk wrapped round the neck As I think I blow As I think I sax All taxonomy pigeonholed Mapping the body’s response to sound Red and the color red Blue and a cloudless sky When a person’s cynical It takes several decades for certain trees to bloom It takes years to properly heal It takes a train to laugh It takes sitting on a bench listening To stories about home renovation To decide yes yes it is possible And the homeless dear sad Never die truly never die Aloe cannot help this one As he’s carried into hospital Where they decide Where they distinguish As splinters threaten As tension snaps the heart For a beer the world to solve and The slightest hints cause conflagration The silver beatles On our backs dancing Skinny insect legs attached To the initial free rattle of bones The red high top cons Across from here he wears sunglasses Lost in a walkman Across from there she sings A flower song to her older sister Transfers are available here There are no questions when you become Translated by the unspoken Hermaphroditic trees dont consort with evil When designing future events The boys fought mock battles between Winter and summer The bitter spikes snag the skin of the steer If it goes well there’ll be food for a month The flux found fulminating at the back The field found expanding in front They dissolve They weightless newness A buddha raises large stalks of purple Over his head He rides a three-legged frog He demands you decant immediately The root of what raises and rises Climbs toward sky blown in puffs As smoke will vanish and cancel What vision of ground for vision of Translatable thought connects with Greater conclusions assembling and Disassembling before our eyes This reveals my love for this or Similar swirling creatures To communicate truth Communicate the truth Done its own way Strike with hammer strength The sultan’s urge to unfurl The hair of god for it does blind And it does kill It is some Samson There are destinations in the weaving When you get there you find a place You can gaze inside of It is visual because of its ability to fall in and Out of focus There is a woman or it is rock This is purple or beams land slowly The insects scatter or significant whispers If the dimensions are correct a marble will pass Through the tube effortlessly as Simplicity controls the most complex of A man and his ten holes A woman and her twelve holes An ox rakes the landscape The corrugated part Its charm distorts order and Frightens the hard lines away Releases balloon Releases our eloquent sky As the explanations were fantastic because they are fantastic Rub your Aloe in the burn Rub your Aloe in that forehead And the three C’s chi? cle? cu? Pastels and papers The nineteen eighties The waves lifting Every decade this happens Ramos and kahlo Joan of arcs with their hallucinations showing Ernst and his Lop Lop bird I keep a hand on the radio to assure a clear signal Arcimboldo Arcimboldo You and your heads Of fruit and foul of twigs and stuff You madman A man and his ten holes Spewing frothing Sloping across the night sky Sleeping on a lawn of twisted iron Will slap prayer hands together For Enoch is not come Nor is the ascent of the winged helix So we are but common creatures That know then unknow the sequence Of that full and bulbous extension of information Lucky heraclitus knew flow and her persistence Fortunate sleeping heraclitus User of cathartic succulents Happy transcender and attached to this A zenith of surprise: A woman and her twelve holes Standing in a doorway Of construction Staring at the building codes The annual inspections the smoke alarms And you are defining space By making walls The edifice is mostly air or A matter of molecules They move slow enough that you grow to depend On their stability and that’s what we build on Build and build and build It’s New York City The heaviest thing yet We’ve done to the planet’s surface (sung) all I want to go is nowhere all I want is everywhere all I want to go is nowhere all I need is everywhere moving, moving oh sitting still now oh sitting still now take me on a roller coaster aint got time for no black door take me on a roller coaster aint got time for no dark door moving, moving oh sitting still now oh sitting still now Big antique persian carpets unraveling Unlocking their jaws to see the inner system The foundation the weaving the entranced motion These paisley rectangles True copies of pressing Your fingers in the eyes Till the brain reveals Its stunning graphics All day I spent in one position Could you know the distance Between heights by understanding color or The depth at which a fish no longer descends Fearing implosion There are draped lines leaning lines That mark our movement (The way he grabs a handful of bees and rubs them into his armpit) These things are cyclical They lurch and break the membrane Leonardo saw figures that were stains or Duncan said We are close enough to childhood How a blank space fills with unspoken choreography Unconscious of what leads it to light The field we live through The great field we live in As staring is where nature finds its double Music swells and clogs the throat And Aloe’s painting in 1685 By hendrik claudius Resembles hawaiian african head dress Dangling roots Spotted cactus leaves Some king’s hair Always ornate Always larger than life Always in synch The festival is agricultural An initiation rite Brings blood and bone to mix With plant and water The herbivore silent The carnivore howling unnoticed They throwing They leaping Stuffing the cul-de-sac Makes landing a soft success and At the front is thought in the form of arrow Enoch being translated from the ethiopic and Enoch’s secret being translated from the Slavonic and All of Enoch being translated by god Walking with god Enoch inventor of letters arithmetic astronomy Privileged beyond the beyond Allowed sight of revelation Able to understand relations Between men and angels seeped in triumph This Enoch slips into the pores to become A man and his ten holes A woman and her twelve holes Or any such thing that stands in light indivisible Now where vowels lead Is not the universe But the knowing of its whole Simultaneous A walking style ‘the kind of act of…’ For if you fail like persian miniatures of Unfaithful criminals You get nailed to a donkey Or a man called horse with hooked nipples Of “them” is said Sans a container breeds fierce freedom As a horned moses says in living Marble guarding municipal court While rock dove males court Puffing and circling Dipping their heads and cooing They are beautiful They are ignored And so the restless Finger marks A place on the page and Enoch’s alphabet moves Like a cat in my peripheral vision Nico Vassilakis 1990
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