Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Twenty Chrome Couplets Times Two

I

Nestling
Things deep

II

Dark trance
Spatial potato

III

Somnambulist
Ambulance

IV

Black goo
Stretching

V

Long, thin cords
Bunching middles

VI

One less arm
An outstretched grab

VII

Indian Sunburn
Noogies

VIII

Lemon stench
Burning onion eyes

IX

Long pockets
Ghosts' mouths

X

Duct-taped
Knives for fingers

XI

Scorpion eyes
Eighteen sets

XII

Jaw structure
Wrecking balled

XIII

The corporation
Demanded granite

XIV

Trespassing leads
Two kids to flames

XV

Eyes as salt
Tripping against counter

XVI

Electric guitar
Within a cave

XVII

Swallowed pills
Swallows still to kill

XVIII

Tremendous march
Shakes floors of hut

XIX

Underneath the sink
Foams hold our ground

XX

Skin of rats
Too much hair allowed

I

Bullets stripped
Post flesh fuck

II

Demons called
Strange motorists

III

Slip up tears
Roots pathed to fall

IV

Audio dining in
Hush to sleep

V

Torch down the hallway
Grab extra batteries

VI

Sleeping on the couch
Crumbs filling cracks

VII

Like bullets rusting
Inside a new gutter

VIII

The logic to proceed
Dismantled sand dunes

IX

One ring ruled zero
Giant orificial bondage

X

Rasping voice post black gas
Vestibule sticker covered

XI

Enlightenment
A blue wall

XII

Nothing is
Rosy scent left overs

XIII

Check out that ass
Thanks for watching

XIV

Bubble gum blown
Onto electro train track

XV

Souped up tune to lead
Trouble inside Camden

XVI

The priest demands
Mistings of moments

XVII

Ears filled with blood
Stampings pressed without

XVIII

Giant smacking of sheets
Please fill Tray Two

XIX

Grope small shell pit
Frozen purple cherry dish

XX

Task varnished over
Snow globe shakes in Winter

1 comment:

Jeff Brennan said...

This reminds me of a shooting range. Romans are the reload. LIne breaks are the kick-back.