Martian Foam Poetry
brashly estimates words as conjunctions with alleys, breathing space,
and particle theory. A particle is essentially a whole. In Martian
Foam Poetry, the beginning of a screed predicts versions of weather
and inclement thought. Martian Foam Poetry reduces twinkle and
inkling in the larger issue of tunesmith, vagary, and constant
pressure from the wheat beers of our time. Martian Foam Poetry all
aghast, strips clean the acting particles and resorts to non-equity
players. This is your poetry, The Martian Foam Poets chuckle. This is
not a carrot.
The work becomes chiding of sunlight. The work is elegy and shaded. The principle ciphers as a god, in the way transience is purpose. Transience works this brief, ending fields, making trees concern. The hell of halting midway identifies the work of burning thru. Forever makes a sign. Sign makes worthy. Indeed the tramp of feet forward concludes any sentences but suggests more. Long sentences, stupid words. The caroling heard by Dante, brilliantine remorse for a better tide. The long road up from down, and turned around. The work then becomes the work now, as stained glass similitude. Anxious in the class structure of catastrophe, the baying song over all. Nothing to do but be done. Ruskin gave you papers to remind you. Slow battering concedes the earth in time. Time being functional and oblique. The worker inside sees the nation by exhalation. Transitive connection sports of culture. The class that ends becomes the class that begins, both left and right.
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