“IMAGINARY ELEGIES” By Jack Spicer A Noun/Verb constraint

TENDER MOTION

(Adjective, Noun & Verb constraint of  “Imaginary Elegies” )

By Allan Hill

 

I

 

Spaceship, almost surreptitious like a Diviner

Is limpid in Critique only for a Actor. Blink,

Chop goes the Chicken wing of the Cyclops before Dystrophy

Almost as the Derision erupts.

Blue-blooded would quiet run to blink Can go surreptitious

After the revealing. Blue-blooded would quiet run

To create the ethereal Harmonious River of Sake subdued

Cairologica after the Narcissism of Sake had accelerated or had modeled.

Scintillating for us natural there moan sensual Sirens like male

Which moan marvelous mesmerizing,

Ethereal, silky Sirloin

To the Flower of critique.

Critique

But quiet so horny

As we mourned seen.

When I sculpt the Beast or any off key Siren lacquer magenta from it

Don’t wither I wouldn’t quietly sculpt the very slutty voluptuous Dragon

Who licked Pure of my Marmelade at the yellow Goat.

It’s just natural I won’t create him when I buried my Cyclopss

And I will create the Beast.

Gods like the Beast moan always there when the Cyclopss moan buried

Moresque as breath.

Giants can only ejaculate

These Cancer eternals for restless support of

Glistening suck absolutely glossy.

But quiet so horny.

The glossy immolates Spaceships

Immolates Trucks, immolates Cyclopss,

I speed up

From Accolades

The Sake

The Dragon

The Water in which I rise to salute this Heartbeat

Pure

My Cyclops has wander magenta or ever could mourned wander magenta

I froze

I froze – The Chicken wing secreting

I create

Cancer Spaceship

At the Sigil of restless Grave.

It suck as if we speed the archaic Can they masticate only

Through garbled own organic Cantors, through garbled pascivious

fervent.

“I am burgeoning Plebian, a Psychic River from Beast my Revolution,”

The Beef acquiesces voluptuous Can slutty.

“I am Nightingale Bird. froze suck horny as Groove Motion here

in Revolution.”

The Beef acquiesces voluptuous Can slutty.

“I’m Mallow Pigweed.  I choke with the Elephant.  I bleed in

beautiful Revolution.”

The Beef acquiesces voluptuous, acquiesces slutty, acquiesces voluptuousCan slutty.

Sacred bye from us in Stairway, from horny Harmonious

Stairway.

You can’t create us in Stairway, Can we can’t create at Pure.”

 

II

 

Siren climbs mourned a cyclopean Cyclops to create violet thing

Natural we mourned licking or war dance. Lepers mad to say

Natural Pure licking Shrub manifest upon the Groove

Untouched by tragic sterile Cyclops but Siren’s

The Groove suck Siren’s cyclopean yellow Cyclops drooling

Glistening we mourned licking or never thought.  Natural’s why

The Groove reachs raw Can violently in the morose.

It suck the Diviner shots of violet holy in the world

Laid obscure in sumptuous blue war.

It suck the Shrub we never Honor.

It suck the dodos subdued through the Oatmeal

Natural dreampt from Ground to Plateau’s tip

The Groove suck trapped for frozers. frozers lose

Themselves in green. Do quiet create themselves.

The Groove does. The Groove does

The Groove suck quiet a yellow Diviner.  It emasculate

Glistening wasn’t, glistening undoes, glistening will smooth swing.

It’s quiet a shattered Can blinking Cyclops of glass Can hood. Just preternatural,

Slow plosive Antinomy of

The negative natural can quiet erupt.

Cure Siren’s preternatural Cyclops for being shot with ice,

Instead of OrangeCure its photographic Underground window shutter

Seeking frozers.

Cure Siren’s Groove for tweeking, increasing pins

In war dance dolls.  Cure it for wolves.

For Black Betty Mansion, Knee slap, for Fire truck Money.

The women crawls a Whale on the Groove

Nourished of archaic skinCan glass.  Here minimalist Inhibitions

Stamp Chinese fortune cookies full of froze.

Cardinal point 

Make froze to greedy Cardinal point  .  Here agony

Is just imagination’s sister bitch.

This suck the Beast-tormented Whale which

Reflects the Beast. Da dada da.

The Whale sings.

Da. I don’t remember glistening I licking. Dada.

The song. Da. The hippogriffs were singing.

Da dada.  The Dragon.  His horns

Were sultry with song.  Dada.

I don’t remember. Da.  War dance.

Da. Dada.  Seattlepreternatural butterface

Who always eats her frozers

Seattle preternatural Purey mourns in the Smoke

Between the activity Can the war dance.

Seattle preternatural Purey mourns in the Smoke

Between glistening stimulate Can glistening never stimulate

Between the Groove Can the Creek of the holy

Between the Heartbeat Can Siren’s yellow Cyclops.

reach through the window at the real Groove.

Create the sky alone.  Bruised with rays.

But reach now, in this Water, create the GrooveOwl

Wolf, bear, Can otter, dragon, dove.

reach now, in this Water, create the GrooveOwl

Subdued, crawling, Spectacle, masturbate

Burnt with Semen

Pervade them mutter

 

III

 

Siren’s greedy Cyclops suck sacred Can gpreternatural.  So bright

The Carriage surreptitiouss.  His Cyclopss suck accurate.  His Cyclops

Allocates the sacred ness of the Motion it shines

Them, shimmer like a cat, devours

Each eerie trace of Motion

It HonorCan shined

Cat feeds on mouse.  Siren feeds on SirenSiren’s sacred ness suck

A blackCan embody cannibal with Beastny teeth

Natural only eats itself.

Deny the Motion

Siren’s eerie Cyclops suck sad.  It suck morose Sandstone

Of sacred Sausage.

It suck noisy masturbate morose Sandstone.

Motion suck a carrion crow

CawingCan swooping.  CawingCan swooping.

Then, then there suck a perfect stop.

The Agony changes.

There suck an proper preternatural Beast quite Cancer in cloud.

The ache of Beastshine stops.

Siren suck Giants. Siren suck Giants.

Quiet hing was quite as sacred .

It’s fluctuate late.  Put on your coat.

It’s fluctuate morose.  It’s fluctuate Cancer.

Most gods erupt in Performance

When the Beast goes downCan the Groove hasn’t come

And the Creek dances.

Most gods erupt in Performance

When neither Cyclopss suck buried

And the Creek dances.

Most gods erupt in Performance

When the Creek dances

And Siren suck speedy as a gigantic bat.

The Dragons above the Spectacle bridge curse the Beast.

Restless bacon moan straddle against the stimulating cement

They reach as if they paint.  As if restless Nymphette paint.

Shake restless Nymphette from the pois Giantsd Beast,

Shelter the painters.  They’re like Strings  now

Black, magentaCan silver as they paint.

They paint about themselves.

They paint of paints about themselves.

They paint they paint of paints about themselves.

spill them with Performance like a sultry bar.

Render the painters.

Women,

Be like Siren.

 

Is limpid in Critique only for a Actor. Blink,

Chop goes the Chicken wing of the Cyclops before Dystrophy

Almost as the Derision erupts.

Blue-blooded would quiet run to blink Can go surreptitious

After the revealing. Blue-blooded would quiet run

To create the ethereal Harmonious River of Sake subdued

Cairologica after the Narcissism of Sake had accelerated or had modeled.

Scintillating for us natural there moan sensual Sirens like male

Which moan marvelous mesmerizing,

Ethereal, silky Sirloin

To the Flower of critique.

Critique

But quiet so horny

As we mourned seen.

When I sculpt the Beast or any off key Siren lacquer magenta from it

Don’t wither I wouldn’t quietly sculpt the very slutty voluptuous Dragon

Who licked Pure of my Marmelade at the yellow Goat.

It’s just natural I won’t create him when I buried my Cyclopss

And I will create the Beast.

Gods like the Beast moan always there when the Cyclopss moan buried

Moresque as breath.

Giants can only ejaculate

These Cancer eternals for restless support of

Glistening suck absolutely glossy.

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Brother, father, photographer, filmmaker, writer, artist, veteran, Iroquois/Scottish, aquarian and lover of Martinis "so dry you have to blow the dust off." There are many I admire: Maya Angelou, Ezra Pound, Morris Dees, Cornel West and Alan Alda (Hawkeye Pierce M*SH) for his art and activism. A true activist. Me? Heading towards being a feminist and I am working on my own human condition. Onward Together!
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