- Vol. 10
- Chapter 06
Years and years and centuries,
best dress formally–
filigree bell-shaped lace over Venus's girdle,
for the viewing.
Pyrosome drifts in the depths
but leaves its stinger at home in a cup.
"Could" you hide? Could you "hide"?
You've traveled without restraint. Hair mess.
Comb jelly swims right toward nothing
in particular "you".
Pity. It could have been a head band, belt, shawl,
old family movies flickering in concrete rooms.
NO!! Swimming drifting cilia driven...singular.
Your compadres remain far with caution.
Was the language massaged prior to its release?
Was it consumed one letter at a time by
Was it even the correct language you selected–
did you remove it from the spice rack?
The captive hang on the garage wall with
Whales are small.
There’s a conundrum in the young lady’s hand
that dares touch.
Are they clouds reflected beneath the sea seen?
Are they unfeigned fogs?
The time must arrive eventually means an
interval stitched with a discarded memory.
Attempting to say what you’re seeing floating
in in utter control.
As if from nowhere a cluster of ribosomes
materializes...unseen of course.
Big deal under these circumstances. (Sarcasm)
A group of rosettes helical forms
calls to mind unseated vases broken.
Either earlier or well before
the language was removed from the spoon.
Pyrosomes attempted speech.
You’ll recall the tininess of whales.
In the end the girl in the red dress
simply drifted away in the direction of terror
Unharmed she called for quiet!
No one heard her over sea wail grumble,
pyrosome’s surreal discourse,
and the two zoologgers
roaring at one another ad infinitum.
Should it come to pass, though its likeliness
is un unlikely,
it seems preordained the consortia of rosettes
could negotiate even a small amount–
translated sweets and dandelions,
and by each it seemed the same
decoding used in copying.
The women departed unharmed.
Pyrosomes drifted swam in blind disposition
exciting the tiny starfish
into vibrating applause.
The whales remain minuscule remember,
and not a single flame not one,
not even in the cage of rented soldiers.