A Sporadic Non-analysis ...devoted to Stuart Parker Through the laden flights of pot-stewed gulls - Deepening in red rosaries to poltroon, Contaminated by an urgent wish, The sun-soaked merry bandits blew. Each to each, and, mingling with that sweaty palm, Dolorous eyes sad-greeted the fleeing dawn. Pancreas then, the earth-girdled Titan swam, Anon the rising tide to stem. Dentist the night, repair to dance-floored beams, And rising melodiously ever anew to pine, Sweet Labia dreaming of her saw-toothed chemise Saw the fine end to the upstart king. Curtains swayed against my pearly doom Not brightly was your plainting song Palpitaing in earthly measures anew Or seeking once more the mighty to appease. O David, in thy glance the silver moth did live Long dawns. An enemy of the swordfish, He menaced us so long. And now? Sporadic is the demise of depth! A silver sea, or rather a sea with a fine multitude of silver points Caressing my eyes like toothless counterpoint to the stately blue. It gave a floor to a weening being of prancing gait and measured thighs. She smiled. And the sea broke and roared, as ever, and I heard it once more. I saw too the sky, which had sufficient blue. Cooled by the sea, warmed by the setting rays and mild air, the body luxuriated in perfect temperature. She did not smile, but perhaps she did.. My body, I mean. We came away, from there, as from all places to meet another need. of darkness and quiet. Foamed the elements of slaking portions of mysterious substance. Surrendered to the moving body without real life. Borne along on a stream of liquid desire residing in another's breast. Relinquishing her to a perfect nothingness like lead or caviare. Oh, and who awaited me? She was imprisoned but beautiful and I thought quite happy. I don't think she even wanted to come to me, or so it seemed. But she was happier too outside, in the waning sun. Mainly she had been safe and free. And there's an end of this day, which roamed whither it would, for I did not attempt to chain it. Now I flee it. ________________________________________________________________Blaauberg Beach Through the laden flights of pot-stewed gulls - Deepening in red rosaries to poltroon, Contaminated by an urgent wish, The sun-soaked merry bandits blew. Each to each, and, mingling with that sweaty palm, Dolorous eyes sad-greeted the fleeing dawn. Pancreas then, the earth-girdled Titan swam, Anon the rising tide to stem. Dentist the night, repair to dance-floored beams, And rising melodiously ever anew to pine, Sweet Labia dreaming of her saw-toothed chemise Saw the fine end to the upstart king. Curtains swayed against my pearly doom Not brightly was your plainting song Palpitaing in earthly measures anew Or seeking once more the mighty to appease. O David, in thy glance the silver moth did live Long dawns. An enemy of the swordfish, He menaced us so long. And now? Sporadic is the demise of depth! A silver sea, or rather a sea with a fine multitude of silver points Caressing my eyes like toothless counterpoint to the stately blue. It gave a floor to a weening being of prancing gait and measured thighs. She smiled. And the sea broke and roared, as ever, and I heard it once more. I saw too the sky, which had sufficient blue. Cooled by the sea, warmed by the setting rays and mild air, the body luxuriated in perfect temperature. She did not smile, but perhaps she did.. My body, I mean. We came away, from there, as from all places to meet another need. of darkness and quiet. Foamed the elements of slaking portions of mysterious substance. Surrendered to the moving body without real life. Borne along on a stream of liquid desire residing in another's breast. Relinquishing her to a perfect nothingness like lead or caviare. Oh, and who awaited me? She was imprisoned but beautiful and I thought quite happy. I don't think she even wanted to come to me, or so it seemed. But she was happier too outside, in the waning sun. Mainly she had been safe and free. And there's an end of this day, which roamed whither it would, for I did not attempt to chain it. Now I flee it. ________________________________________________________________