Radio Molar Signal
One moss harbor,
winding clocks in center’s orbit, wobbling
three camera’s, a candle vessel – paddling through power lines, black then white.
Sure – a noise dreamt cricket –
Weave these prayers into flux –
refine metals, resemble the limbo we sing in fisheries,
shining onto one light, our mugwort song.
A variant of dance-shore-barking-through-pylons,
emerging now to ease our eyes onto sea.
Dietrich, running calculations in her dreadlocks – chai tea throat, gloating washer sounds, fleeting
Dietrich and Micah gesture with headphones, vintage socks bedroom scattered in nervous dream.
Gotu Kola likes refrigerator, Coral – delicate, nervous in the cabinet, in his
CHI place – backwards, pressing Tai Chi Chuan into his cabinet. In the nervous, delicate Coral
Gotu Kola likes dream, weary in scattered bedroom socks, vintage with headphones tucked under
blankets of velvet curtain, Micah gesture.
Dietrich, fleeing a washer sound, gloating chai tea throat, dreadlocks in her calculations, running,
A cliff upset with needles – walking, running, fingerprints – those thin lights, driven hollow, blackberry
cloud mother floating in the round world.
A segmented sky-piece of rooms, hanging vultures on string, to the sun, silent
to our father, for umbrellas. Often times raining hand tools, hammers, saw blades, screw guns, into landings, hung nice now. Sheds, overgrown.
Sound Collages Require a Leaking Light
In the chattering of rooms, where sky
wraps through blinds, air connects broken milk that the birds follow;
with a wilted sunlight –
that folded flower memory, down, over the deeper jungle of
this black Elm tree –
within weeping rooms.
Static in the rim of the waters edge
could mean the numbers printed in the
circuit fell through holes, a painted
shadow crosses the wall.
Painted broken radios hang from string
in the rafters of this naked animals room
Three main tapestries fall out like
receipts at the groin of a shot by shot
This white sash metaphysics playing from the radio, into a tin Jacksons of
Scotch Moment and the spoon hangs
a wooden memory stuffed behind its chain
and a bent nail shadowed
Two plastic flowers grow near our
ceiling velvet, leaves reflect daylight
pictures’s steady in the rose beyond their diffused roots, a ruin bird sent laughing at the principal
this neon motion, the knife of rusted alloy roses made out of razor blades
rolling into the stairway of a
we search with our eyesight
along the horizon
at the blurred edge that
comes with a distance,
at the magnified flowers
with ruby lunch in a paper
sun, overflowed pockets of
sunlight pour out whispers
onto the alleyway.
A rocks sculpture textured with glass
rises on pulleys to the surface
of our dawn.
Through little electric wires
sent in signals (morse code)
to the tree house window.
I notice the fiber optics birds
chasing out donkeys
from an oak dome habitat.
The donkeys wings are willows,
Children climb the wings horizontally
using a fort inside to play telephone
A damp, orange matrix of sun-light
high perched neck line in my
catacombs, but I am not
yet ruined by the birds.
installs the perception
in mediocre memory, but eyes are not the only serpents, and littered kangaroos that
in the back of the hat do more than thresh TV’s against the
county fair hay bales.
Eyes, mint dream cadillac converter
the steaks pressed down on the
tin foil roof, hammer raised high.
The skillfully infrastructure wires
of the rain, hang gliders open up
flowers, down crashes the
When reaching for the wooden
ladder, geraniums at the entry-way
put morning on everything dreamt before or after –
The color leaks into the TV’s on the kangaroo shoulders.
In the flight of the birds
a symphony of ruby notations
calm stitching of wings
A breaking open of curtain
A stack of lamp shades
The lampshades painting’s
A hanging rose
string from room to room
The light comes in those
and touches all of shadows
Irise de tendre mainate fumoir
gagneur fusil modique
vereux of angelique
iridescent to relax plaquer
bird smoking room
winner rifle modest
rubble stone special privilege
saw worm-eaten angelica
anchor mark detailed, to
( I )
iridescent slack of birds in a
and the winner rifle, modest
rubble stone, this speaks of
their long saw, a winter with
that is their anchor mark
they detailed it
Devancier voyage of thin hooks
egg cup coquetier vaccine
backwash remous at the dactyl lights,
in vacuum toiture – roof
laborious laborieux territory in feathered
Luxury, the mouchoir tergum
that forms in the synapses, in to regain ones
regatta tensil, the passenger ressaisir
neatness that elapses contentions in
space, tentacle, saison that
punctuate saccade jerky season
leaf lips in a raven safari
ravine of colifichet trinket the reactor
realm and alchemy shriveled of
jersais ravioli whips around the peaks, thought reading railway
funiculaire from the windows of a vital phenomenon ecrier to exclaim reach to vacancy of the
the day before yesterday avant hier inside doldrums, or
by adopted curetage, the body a turbine wheel of passage clou and
sensible wise chargeur, avise, azyme – unleavened bread
FIN SORREL is the editor for Mannequin Haus: www.Infii2.Weebly.com. His work appears at Queen mobs teahouse and in the modern anthology of surrealism (Salo press 2016)