BICYCLE / ISLAND

The bicycle and I don't know how comfortable the hand.
They mean just to do nothing all day,
rig it so by that time the bicycles
are consistent and unmelted by perspiration.
You have to cut short your pockets at the coin,
bless your luggage and get onto this bicycle
to get into our list of sun.
The coast-line is the tread of our preparations.
They are overgrown, torpedo-shaped weeds distilling a bicycle.
The wheels began to shoulder in their working,
winding among the climate and the bicycles
being behind the never-failing valve of year.
The bicycle is a fragment carried to assume a cellar,
but even as I do, these places are reflected from first to last
to last him a bicycle to leave a staircase.
We entered the world all through these glaciers.
Between the chains of your bicycles, and helium, about 3 kilometers.
Drop this morning flattery on their assent, for the moment,
but mine I want the other bicycle beyond this adventure
of human and villainous chance strength and art.
I mean to ride among the bicycles and coast like anything.
And we looked down at the ground, the present day,
both sweet and overwhelmed,
who was eagerly tearing along in the ignorant and welcome things,
a noble, well-educated bicycle, which I could not brighten.

The island and I don't know how comfortable the hand.
They mean just to do nothing all day,
rig it so by that time the islands
are consistent and unmelted by perspiration.
You have to cut short your pockets at the coin,
bless your luggage and get onto this island
to get into our list of sun.
The coast-line is the tread of our preparations.
They are overgrown, torpedo-shaped weeds distilling an island.
The wheels began to shoulder in their working,
winding among the climate and the islands
being behind the never-failing valve of year.
The island is a fragment carried to assume a cellar,
but even as I do, these places are reflected from first to last
to last him an island to leave a staircase.
We entered the world all through these glaciers.
Between the chains of your islands, and helium, about 3 kilometers.
Drop this morning flattery on their assent, for the moment,
but mine I want the other island beyond this adventure
of human and villainous chance strength and art.
I mean to ride among the islands and coast like anything.
And we looked down at the ground, the present day,
both sweet and overwhelmed,
who was eagerly tearing along in the ignorant and welcome things,
a noble, well-educated island, which I could not brighten.





PREPARED SPIRAL

Scrappy and marble,
excitement silver and raising the infinite as,
observation flavor and unknown the wonderful as.

Marvelous and painting,
the brighter and milk delicate,
the coffee and earth solemn,

a one was buoy of of it twist,
to and shot a listening musical,

a one was surface of of it marvel,
to and description a prepared spiral,
reflections lively and precarious the marble as.

Crowns and observation,
the center and observation uncombed,
the blanket and detective secular.





UNCONVENTURE

An army should be rudderstanzas.
Can sleeperon Africa.
Lions the pony.
Ashes are noisy and an elephant you look.
Game existening horses of fish computation.
Had to be copied from a parallelepiped.
And wild beasts were examiners in seamanship.
"This grows horsemendous, sir!"
Semi-published with Brinley's unhallowed strawberry-tree.

The bait is good.
It's almost all eye.
Canary as many a summer resident.
My head held these last few dollars.
The justification of a place.
"Let us go in."
And then he went out.
I expect that hypocrisy.
Keeps reputation forward of the children.
They know no ready world.
The fascination for us would not be gentle.

Some spended beforestics of that elsewhere.
Rarely before yesterday.
Lining over the poles appealed to make beds.
And these began to do so.
I wrap her hands in a pleasant name.
And he will leave the chimneys swinging.
Bringing bricks from the vines.
A faster unconventure.





THE SEA'S NOT LEVEL

A glass of our dioxide and hence a form of toast.
He wanted more than water, and water more than ever.
If summer let years of lilac hydrogen,
under the voice of air and alcohol,
suppose a soaked century is built.

A scampering deal of water, and sunshine like a sieve.
Run aground against a system of nervous islands.
Moisten the rock brigade,
then calculate the cues in the ship's stores.
Pound half the fulcrum above the waterline,
pour the boat into an indwelling bazaar of used clothes
(the sights supplied by means of oiled enchantments),
and when this is a small home to have them harmless, rest.

This pure water for dinner, cheerful,
smooth feathers, etc. Tableau.
Serve with flowers and salt to eat
and dressed in the currents of boiling memories.

No one Pompeii is death in the money;
a marble-paved mountain in which people are mosaics,
a charcoal inscription of forgotten epitaphs
disappearing calmly in the troubled flows.
The dried thoroughfare blighted backward,
a vast masquerade of water one day
as to utter an old copy of destruction.

Good friends of the unceasing sea conferred
to make this hot and, at the same time,
to fell the colossal walls of the equatorial world.
The latter walls are unsatisfactory for cheating.

Noah in the marketplace melts the menagerie,
carves into chops the numerous animals of science.
He has an overcoat of frescoed charms
and an order for grasshoppers.
This is not the rising of all boats, but only of the water.


© Glenn R. Frantz 2009