Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

cloy thursday begets
blackphemous friday...but there
on the boulevard,
the dream gauntlet floats hopes' re-
pair, despair zygoate ("I'm just

the beard!"), like panning
spriggys' spanned masstonishments,
ooh's-aahs eyes surprise?
like the foul cordon-off blue
jack alert, marshall parade

but, keep 'em be'azzled
lively deadicated wit-
nessless to phalanx-
giving, helium voices
micro waves & halogen

smiles masking, nukes in
eidolon nikes, like a
mardi fois gras, as
mummers-the-word...
comes the inflated jesus

hovered, floating as
awatered watching all the
fish go by...the bluff
insantaty of It all,
an'more right falls off the Earth!

H.e.m./H'H.
11.26.MMix.

the poem made me look above hopelessly in a multifocal way, gracias haro!

"mummers-the-word...
comes the inflated jesus "
These two lines hold up this
very vivid and witty carnivale
insantaty....man, I dig this word.
Enjoyed immensely.
H

h_p - Was I "at" the feast? However, "insantaty" is getting some treaction around the hearths, lawns, & uponto the rooves... TY, without the "inflated jesus to hold-up" the kiosks @ WarMart would come a tumblin' down, but this is just between us & a few select cohorts here on Carnivale Mirdth - H'H./H.e.m.