Who's Burried in Grants Tomb

who's burried in frank lloyd wright's tomb?

Who cares?

I dont. 

Quality Falcon

The falcon is quality
feeling high and uptempo, a tempest turning
over turbulence, spatula wings wung out far on the horizon
a fissile salvo
at the warring pigions, the insidious menace of the
popular newscast, these they die and spin the grave

excise

torpid tongue, a languid some
divided by antiquity and a line of  brick dixie cup
highway rest stops,

frost falls in the north of capricorn, places left
to rot and congeal cancer in the eye of the storm

excuse

my french
its lacking in habit, refinement,
produce,

j'ne say pax romana

paz the viaduct, ducky

excess

rythm and jive and fast talking cars
facing up the street and a big fat cat waddles
its chin as it speaks:

the tuna fish living is unforgiving to chronic
heart disease
and communicable issues immortalized in the frieze, in
fifth column and fourth row policies
of a gap toothed narrowly marginalized pedigree
the whole sold party believes
in it ...
and why dont you try to sneeze with your eyes
open , a lot can happen when your eels run down the stream to the sea
and shop at walmart for chinese cheese.

exempt

my taxes are representing the attempts
of a frozen net cast under the ice
to be pulled like a dumb whale from the depths
of watery night

except

EVERYTHING IS solid body mechanics

soiled underwear and harvard university stock market returns
the kings of a fish mouth, a vision of split pea soup, dangling
darlingly on the horizon.

whilst on below decks, the gordon's gin sinks the ship

excerpt

Still, energy can reach the system through the stainless steel tubing connecting the pumps, on the floor, to the vacuum chamber.  Though the frequency is low (much less than the 1^st mode resonance of any beam) and therefore is not expected to excite the cantilevers, the roughing pump has a noticeable vibration.  Impulse noises (doors slamming, loud staccato noises) from the environment have been observed to, at times, excite the first mode resonance.  Measurements are made when the room is and has been quiet.

NEW WORLD PORTER

the crows have called the selection process crooked
bent like corn stalks cut by the big green combine
a story book approach to modern history and religion

the cinderella dressed in mustard banana story
a famous variety of salad dressing or mosquito repellent,
smelled in front of a c-note limit of commitment


And we must wait, wait wait,
not just sit around, but hold the door open
for the cold wind to wipe the condensate off the window panes
its just common sense!

its just tobacco kills!

its just habea corpse's lost coat fished from the chesapeake
and tossed in the swamp of a goat's ass

no embers

glows in the frozen toes, pink blood rubbing through stone wells
 thinking about a schism of the seasons
a fitness regimented slip
on the ice that will be here soon

windows left open for bees too

if of course the daylight is worth saving,
say, you say, then of course is it wicked to watch the night?

And we mush, keep the night a state of warden, a habitat for
fifty odd jobs.  this is what makes the world have confidence, bring back
the economics of octopus on our heads instead of hair, keeping the
go ahead ahead.