Dear Heddenline
...and her shoes were number nine....
isn't that mathematical
as profound as it is contractual
as might have been contactual
as my own life is factual.
when one =1
I two am blue
for you
Hedon's one
istic's lore
a conflict four sure
where the water goes down
at the hedons' sands
on chastity's shores
passing the
egress
to a listfull notifation
Beatrice did
photo
"Graph" the old flying bats
with a camera in the head
Transgressed from behind
Transgressed from ahead
her photo of Graph
had been turning to lead.
As we were a' lesting
beyond this regression
though Eden's
hedon's shortcut
laid stone of a way
fair to no lady winds
as too a man's
old chastity
and conquest
corked
in his tinned sins
A sign had pointed the way
"moses we must retreat, turn"
The sands of Eden
The son of Hedon
a wretched way of wives
water harvested from the valleys of Golbal Gobul
have half a put full mon
in the dork full moon
n-rolled along the surly via wisiz triafist
an ante dwist
had abyst sparted it's
eddi stwyst
a dewdt playste
his ole editon of the nile's traveled
nill tolled
sistactical tune
of his past
an' regresssed through Eden into the desert sands
an ole story to be stoled
telled on the ole null laid rusted stroll
It was a boy!
how'd she
the old grueled
wrench
even guess
from an odds
not to-to-be to bet:
howled my ole leaded ridden best
on soul-amans'mighty boosted con-guest
"East of
Eden" has'a regressed pas the stands of the nill
And If-a soul-aman's son rise sets .....?
La trieste...greecilly as the lead doesth flow till today
never end
till he nined-n-sparred
a' sole in one:
As-an-ass-an'i had laid overlapped a fooled
fowl lawned soul
"Got our wires crossed!"
I Had'ron the mark
mistealed to Hedon
a'loan to the wrench
who, now a leaded tool
to Decembers remembers' next line
of Demarkimade's cruelifications
Had fortuned de-livered wench
a-quarried-n-insured-n-tortured Hedon
so...
he foul-lowed the lines behind
to read Red
From behind, from de head.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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