anansi's seize"help! a nun sea ate me!"i'm annunciating -i mean announcing -anansi's seize.(or: the gnostic tree.)"ce seige nazi finit!"a parle mon frere noir."cette fille de cire etait"un bebe de goudron!"in other words:she was a goddamned golum,not a star lady.just a lump of clay laying.and that gnarled carwas auto-aughtta,tongue-tired ergot-mica,miced and ur-gone.ergo:she was the Big Bad Lack,the Fear, lick't'n split.she was the nar-wall,the uni-core.the part-stifled.the fool's avatar.she invented scarsto build us all these bars.we drank them in.and though they were nowhere,but near the end of Here and Now,they had us cowering -and wow, like, thanks'n all -but i still prefer no ranks,and these running banksare flowing over.we warded these cows for so long,spent our time salving soresand giving gore.but that aggre-gator aggrivates.it's a great agregorefor growing grades'n slowing rates,but my real glory graal chantgives me all the gre i need.and that's ho
a ba'al bonvalley bull spits valuable shiftsavailablelifteda veil bubble for lifea ba'al bonmy little avid gel-bow atethat fowl-elk-boat boy right uphe was a well of arrowsrode pop's whale trials so swellhe was cometted for commentingon incompetent competitionit sounded like a petitionbut he meant it as a giftfor completion
sweeping, sweet bleetyour nude way has nothing to do with meatessentially, this big nor-wave is a rude treata sweeping, sweet bleet,a hot hot heap, tout suitonce ignored, now raging and newand it's true, i think:you mix the links in the sink tankthen you drink it down and shrinkthe sphinx winks and gigglesand, for once, time wrinkles
cus-pe'the letter 'i' -a tall, bilateral sky.quite literal,but why?what is this high 'aye'-vie?a cost play?a cosey place?a paced rose?a racing road?her tied tide's roleis dis's robe,to diss the way you rode,to spit foam in your facewhile you grow and moan.but this is not gloam,it's just lila,shown 'n tonguedin her sound gown.she's owning this tome.her tone is home,or homing in on my throne.her eyes lash me.enthralled, i let her.
eucharist gyraleucharist gyralit's a guy-resh copea rushing, bicameral gropethat pope got grilled to smokeyou smote him goodhe hymned and bawledpined and pawedrobbed himself rawblah blah blahi'd applaudbut he's a lame ruddermainly a babbler- and bad at it!he's a scrambled scaraba rebel, roused and brotheredmanly, but why bother?you kiss like a girland that's hotter
healthy ardourfull of el's seas'n "now let's see"'sto seed my R-doori feel volcano nowthose fields want lettuceand horsies and ploughsthis's my fall canoe,my season for reason:nine found fellows flewthey're finethey're nude not prudethey race micedry wet icebut don't tell their wivestis my babe-me decree:a way becomes increasebecomes the tri-knife treean infinite feedwith a beak
sliding is how penguins flyin my head it sounds like i'm baggingit might be innocent, but it feels like anglingand that makes me angryi'd gladly flag that flat fowl if i could find himeven though he's such a sagging, fat howli can't just chase him by growlingi need to get that led crow to cawand that just reminds me of whiningbut you can't win by hidingand sliding is how penguins fly
case errata ta-tawill-bees are being beetsthey're a dozen buzzing wild-a-bedsbudding bloodyk-seas see ra, but icythese spies key and feed mebut i'm freezinga moon does maek caekthose cooks are book't'n break'ta leafy elm's marrieda charred, lead rabbitout in that fawn-fated fieldit was breezyit fed the feel easyand they felled themselveswhich was cheezy, but stillseals're sailedwhales are weighedi saw those vows veiled and wheeledwe valued themthen that round sound found uswe all hand shaped hearts to each otherand shake them