The End (Brown Poems)

I have seen larvae
that swallowed the world.
Their colour was brown
and they glowed in the dark.

Exact Abstraction (a recipe)

merry curving assimilates countermovements
reverse-polarity endeavors 
peer out from the pasta
disgorged doubts go marching 
two-by-two along the colonnade of history
instant clichés ravish 
the bride being stripped by margarine 
a transparent autumn lies 
in a manger of neon shit
the emitting dog ate the blackness
of questions about momentum
Stelarc’s ear
and my conscience