The Mood Embosser, Louis Cabri: Cornius Flakius,


	Cornius Flakius, Theory-death of the snide, of the snide. SQUAWK! Your questions catch me athwart any new sense I might have of a ‘poetics’ Oven Guard History per mitts. Protecting from immediacy, coffin stains. Foot in the syrup – not good. We have reached the permitted land of Catatonia. – The Telepathic Parrot. duh cridic surferd frod a tradic medal iplojiod frohid podture oduh idood Revlon, Teflon, Exxon: Easy-Off … a non-literary sense, certainly. Protagonists ‘ … expected so long they finally despaired of my coming.’ They mean, sounds captive as – before – they’re made mortal trade sends them They work goes one way they live other. North per night. Of course They cost The course Of the Course of Courses of Courses coursing Off course Coarse courses Curses of I believe in Truth! (Warheit) ‘They carve in our own language yet I don’t recognize them, because their instruments … ’ jab re-mind – re-member awaken – to body to bodily conditionals ‘here’ das Ding – Ja! – mach ring job ‘If the shoe kicks’ 5.5 x 8.5 from the line of force as piped in I By Want Waters, Font Typed Face. as well as from piping Unlive dead end – undo typing? ‘Go’ ahead, excuse me … scared to here to go ‘hair’. you are. if I hammer shortly. That’s far. Homer, and hasn’t changed much since ‘I was headed, from the flashing end of a hammer, for the nail.’ Fluke shop ‘If a word lies speechless Paint its tongue Hang on wall.’ Nails unfettered from their downy guilts. ‘In fact, it could have been the nail in the head as they couldn’t speak our tongue and begged, pass the solution … ’ The solvent, mum. Dampness, gloom, pockmarks walking over the faces of the daughters … ‘It’s that pimple.’ ding and zing or something Just grasping at social referents. Das ding-a-ling. Seuss it out. The marmoreal truth terrified hatless exercised with caution on its hill. Allegory – withered in its packing crate. Return to bender. ‘bent’ as born We regret to shoehorn you with Bellini chisel. Trait of the Union Dress ‘Spunknik’ Credit card count-up for a free launch You first, spunknik. the cosmos captive and deadly Armageddon no answer The asteroid split like a fart saving earth’s dinosaur ‘America’ who will bite your ass … Frail barber says … Put this down to playing in your ears with the air. Among the buns, bun it. Psycho Anal Eyes says the lovely old song – rejects it ‘Good open mooning season, reverend!’ Church of Satan! Just gasping for social efferents. ‘Snaked his cake.’ Pun is Rime Of Homer’s entrail America is a forgotten art Flat, mediatized, power-friendly statement tred in a lot and crafts store in the German district ‘It’s really unfair.’ of a burnt star. M. Manson votes G.W. Bush. that built in is the connection, in each of us, to Cosmos Rock, rock, old Joe Clark. Rock, rock, I say. ‘Rock star … Never thought of it before, like that.’ ‘No twinkle, just – clock.’ Diction, live thy pun. ‘Emoluments’ – payment for corn-grinding (ok?) FLAKED MILLED CORN etc. Proudly made in / … London, Ontario Once snorting on its way scene; turn machine off, go to feeder event; think of Homer and pull climax; what comes; watch fingertips eyes, now. crisis; That’s not even money. hero; It’s a moneyed poem, they say development; that’s what language looks like. posture; Explained, After Complete & Satisfactory Digestion, In One Easy Step all that meant The preferment, please. Pay us Takes us USA I HATE LOWER CASE i’m the sink of being the drain of self in pipes of plenty, and out. – who am i? Standard Average European (SAE). Self-addressed envelope. ‘Beer’, mass noun. RECEIPT! Am tryin’ to say, receipt … Puts a swivel in your air, hair, chair. Squawks, no squeak. Trickle-down That’s the way the urine’s tinkled; goodnight. From the rooftops one crowbar drops a BMW. Konk!nomics American style donut job – no holes barred. No punched through the air looms. Through the crap They maked hours come out of dung. The ow act is coming back for what it never lacked. ‘Do’ donut. ‘Not’ nothin’. ‘Do Not Grasp It’ ‘That’s right, read the signs.’ ‘Doesn’t mean much in my money anyway.’ – How parrotic. It’s come, this haunts. So payfull. out of appetite. Let this swirl – (‘Feel a cartoon coming on.’ The stick emitted carrots. ‘Here’s stickin’ it to ya!’ ‘If I can bring it up, I will.’ Smaller-font text – from Charles Olson’s ‘Letter to Elaine Feinstein’; ‘Rock, rock, old Joe Clark … ’ African-American folksong;