InterWritingWiki — Writing Dubuffet’s Titles

Something maundered, something Stein

Something woke me somehow. There was not enough to go around
and what little there was had recently crawled into
the adjoining room. Flap-handed, scent-wrecked it lurked
there, still retaining faint saline hints beneath an
altogether inexcusable balsamic marinade. The sea
blanched, altercations aside, the whitish perplex
of SomeHowSomeThing inscribed on the edge of poetry.
All a-quiverling a waifish text longs to be adopted...
poor voluptuous orphan text! Poor, poor pretty-ful me.
Paper dove in the wiry sun, plenty aflower in moonwelter
et pas d'abrît for the orphelinglings of Nohow Beach...

a purse means cursed or cured
the twenty-second heiroglyph takes shape

a kiss is cross't or caramel
liquidity for its own sake
all awobble on the edge of poetry

---

WritingDubuffetsTitles | ISBN 82-92428-29-1