SWOLLOWS

THE AIRWAYS
Away along the elephant route
a stone thrown right oFF Jared’s cahoot
a bench tipped over carrots quietly
paper covered twitch
Alabaster spat tied to coliander
in the gated yard to meander
in the airway at last
one off barely
A twig of air blown past the resident hand
the stick sticks fast to patient demand
along the way your hand turns blue in
contrast to the ditch
Only thirteen glitches will likely have a foot
in all the stitches that tint the garbage
meantime to guffaw
paws in airway
Well-written in the trim of the straw
inlikely rose the heat of the flaw
so heightened crabs will rue the day
and barbers get the ditch

VERMILLION RIOT DECAY
Found and found to flounder in the flour
planting flags and tripping over
eggy brambles, softly
quartz tumbling from the ear
into the dough to sleep, fleeing from the sawmills.
Bound and sound to exercise the ashfalt
small enough to lose a hand while
wading under searchlights
oh! But to separate
leather from bread at dawn running into sunlight
So much for little eggs and the grass
retires in a solemn state
to win the over easy!
Softest head on the grown guile
living separate from vines and blood
what is loved is doughy
Three will flee, to leave the bark to Fido
what is left will have to smuggle
glue into the graveyard
how sad is it to be
lost near a rolling pin, sobbing for the long gone

NINE AND A HALF BARS
Cutting through a crowd of quails
glass is lost as though it cannot run
old Muhammad, tough as nails
looked up at the nearly-hidden sun

GIVE YOURSELF A HAND
Glass heels poke at several easels set in the rock
sounds like what would cut right
shifting muzzles nudge up to catch the good ones,
then they shrink and disappear
everything caught by moles lights up in twos
been a long time since a good one fell straight up
just to say “good humor!”
Slide off any day now

LEGIONS OF SLEEPING CRABS
Mainly a jumptrack at three am a train derailed
coughs and smokes to slough the spokes and
then emitting peg-leg mermaids rolling over dinghys on the
beach heads a window that
takes apart a dozen cubes a second
Gurgles retire and set up shop sometimes the circles
swim in glue and buy a brand new
pair of kid gloves old giraffe shrugs moving bugs lust lately after
lady anteaters and
tongues will melt from here to here at high noon
Jaundice and snake eyes may oil up the coiled pups with
nary but a three-shot putter
climbing giraffe riff-raff towers stacked around the hedges round the
point of a model for
giant blokes to water mopes in certain
Low living crab grass attention to the top of savings
humming with the springs attached
below the ground for certain what was spilled in seven houses round
the block will resurface and
those with pipes light up the spite with sandbags

CANON IN 2 VOICES
Fool a sissy
as he passes
Sam amasses sap
“eh?” Says Sis, aloof

THE PROPER MEETS
Ruined spheres don’t have the half of itching
anvil gears to serve though finger hats from
barging in to see the lingering grandmas
hiding clams inside the faucet’s envy
in the park as pearls cry in hammocks of bassoons
Bluer ears will fall on empty boasting
in tin halls merged haddock blowing as some
roof rips down from hemiplasty à la
botched up smear to smudge the rain-wrecked ears of
several clowns with molars raining down around their feet
On and on, the banks were growing long
a sifting would fly as if fists were about to lost the land
Foe or fey, the leap year falls away
a stringent advance just for glass passing through the tattered sand
a task will scrape on by!
Manned on cryogenically retarded
pounding dry to pick the crying staples
from the can that couldn't hold the
petering out frost while siphons hold the class
but lying scrapes will sometimes drop the meets down from a tree
Welts apply, within a circle’s hare
to please punch the pub letters home till they squeeze glue from the slacks
a great advance! A great advance by Clive!

ROND EAU
Crew askew, germane but few
a ghasp, a grasp, attention to
a store-bought glue that binds the tides
as good wheels roll when biscuits get wide
As the grasp fell from his cap
and made the water-edges clap
besides the chain, in spite of math
the fretting on the sailor’s path
Once repaired, the ace is aired
and nailed and nailed‚ till all is squared
and if you find your water red
you’ll know a worrywart is dead

THE FINAL DAYS
In the ordinary life the deals made are fraught in barrows
such is as is as the case when made up of a thinner marrow
gilding all and gliding hair until apartments shake with envy
where would one go to cash the alps in for love
and lose the elegance in the hay
Tiny movements of the glass will likely move the trees to teary
late confessions nightly as of late the plants have grown so weary
hidden in a drawer somewhere out in the deepes controlling every
sigh given out by either one of the dwarves
as long as elderly ladies hide
Of the clocks that wash the rocks as well as clothing that discloses
every notion of a game like chess which too often disposes
more than one or two of gambling firefighters playing chess
upon the old banques of well-made elder ravines
to hide from all of the quills they seek
Once or twice success is had and horses get their wishes granted
what a joy to be un-segmented at last even if slanted
but that’s but a minor gripe in light of all the fights
that have been lost on these rocks and quartered well into time
but with a good long way still to go

SWOLLOWED
Hidden springs always wreck the suit of
glue dripping from the rooftop
slowly going at it with a pincer
grinding out a house for sailing
through tacks
with feet upon the teeth of rapid sleep
Three weeks pass through a weakened soup bowl
quickly sinking through
if this works right your feet will slip and
joke about the soaking wood
on top of what was once a chance to quit
for swollowed food

 

TWELVE

THE FINELY-WROUGHT
One to open slowly intricate code
lighten your load. Crackerjack mode
up and along strolling for wheat
only until unlikely ones meet.
Come gwine. You esca spade
given the situation era ripe lightly
Feet to meet the sand in Dalmatian dams
cats on the lam. Roundabout ram
Pearls in wine gasp loosely worn
leaf sewn attention partially torn.
Glum sign. A trap for gardens
force in the sounds makes a pre-imitative ground
Seldom strife will mosey down to prairies
partake in fins for badly broken belles
try for broke enormous whale inlaid man
when tried for fraud a crying shame will do
even as a pterafern blew over
it seems the one to see for divers quit
Sound like a call to mansions of state
taking the bait. Stealing the slate
when whispered weep, wind whistles deep
peer into rivers seen fishes sleep.
Some find. In time a grate blooms
relative grace to the leapt through the face of strife
When bothered by a swordfish from the deep
the patient seems to stand by clams and weep
for if he knows the moment has been caught
it seems he’s stumbled in the finely-wrought

MUILOLIUM
One window-throat
one wind on winds of stranded id on barkless truncated elephant
upon a storm of blustered produce in the continental drift of state
drawn on every lack of scale
upon which the portion propositions prodigal afloat
A massive prawn
amassing strong contempt for the right on the right as a thimble
preparation for complete obscurity amid a furious monsoon
feeding just unto itself
as a self-contained retainer ritalin round riding run
A grown concern
a lack of honing for sake of growth norminal entropy
in terms of sleep immersion in a plate of unconcerned lagoon and stirring out
reading must amuse the shelf
as a health-retained restrainer rounding rounds of dithered mass
Now the leak falls loons under time from moons
as rise fall monsoons
As the tossed disband and the foam meets hand
all falls in muilolium land
And with each groan canned in the search for sand
all falls in muilolium land

CARDS
Having passed the quarrel by the plaintiff groaned
once it was clear in rearview time that he’d postponed
glancing in the ray as though it were playing
a rumble down from the roosters nesting within the sidewalk at bay
In the interest of best-laid plans he leapt
out of the ordinant came glimpses as they slept
planning without zest when close to the vest
he jumped along from the sidebar crow and landed his feet on the rest.
When right in the crunch grind up lazy lunch
for three when operating at maximum only a certain bunch

REGIONS REACH
At long last along a line of lambast regency out of line of lithe
to bring forth a lyre hidden lope of flailing places where the boated blithe
those who wind the dined a lucky region’s reach
A horse knows its place among the dealings whereupon washerwomen weep
for those who have left the ranks and leaned so slightly arc in cellular so steep
those who wind the dined a lucky region’s reach
Wonder where the window winds our hero up to fortune’s arms. So
likely in the planks where ranks are lightly laughed and no alarms
one to know. The perfect lean on slant at slanted take on this.
A laugh’ll last a wit to one who’s got a window there
deans will fling from far-flung floorings inadvertently open
dangling from the branches randomly retaliate
Light lowly lions lying lowly linen lazily Lilly lining
so just to clarify the wind winds wildly when the worn lean by the way
them that wind the dined a lucky region’s reach

THE BACK YARD
Looking out in back the house worn lightly
what will grandeur say
thwarting age is timely once you’re in the backyard
In the blue I found a trench for fishing
or a basketcase
cape the wall and dam the squall out in the backyard
Cyclophone climbing the fence in back. Brush off the glance
angletone busy with surplus of knack. What will enhance
overblown patron of henceforth hack. Deals with lance
to bemoan one of the streets of tack. Leave it to chance
Yas reudnarg lliw tahw
ylthgil nrow esuoh eht kcab ni tuo
thwarting age is timely once you’re in the backyard

CROOKS CAREFULLY
Income fall at last meet the burning mast
gravity draws the likeness well
as in picture shows diverted rows
leapt languidly as tubes have passed
Den in pencil drawn out in footloose pawn
and a penchant for rain deployed
if the runner rose portentous pose
a newly barbered slope is gone
Bash the burning bush
past the kerning push
as the trial comes to leaping firm
over into one fantastic hun
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Crooks carefully. Key the cornered wall
crooks carefully. As in leaning tall
crooks carefully. Part the beaming stall
crooks carefully. Sift the groaning hall

FOR SILVER
Four silver dollars bright in rite of rain rays when wetly
buffered with a lead equivalent of fencing spears as
only one to know exactly dashing days
ore is more for prospective gents than trenchant citizens
Spend thrift eel like a married man parading dough
for all to see from trees a nicely kneeled knave all day on
one up undulating sense of tightwad tad
if a subject leaps from the fold it’s just a break
Under rain of the thunderous silvery sky
when sever potassium shows on his arms
a curious mode of delirious rhyme
facing mules of the fabulous scenes in the know
an arm out extended with hat full of coins
a catch of the day for the lucky trader
waking up in a marbelous room in airy
get-up and a constable feeling upright
along a great staircase up one to the door.
Bakers will sit in rain forget me not whole loaf
for busy people with a limited expense account
for only one sale an hour of powerful leading
if it comes it comes and there’s grateful chance and saving

STACKS
When cold and parted park for new
apartment locked up tight afar to glimpse the due
it seemed a thrill to seek the sights from lighted air
As if by magic at the springs
to bring a glance at life where Pernod glasses ring
It seemed a thrill to seek the sights from lighted air
in time and barely out of place
wherein attention turns to mount the saving grace
it seems a thrill to eke the sights out from the air
Light at night to poke a hole in the wall
parted partway through a telephone call
seen from room the slightest sight is grand
spark of yonder waves in air on the bay
quotes aplenty seem to indicate way
dusk on driver’s road makes lovely fall
parting wind on high-rise riddled height is right and tall

CLOSEUP
Port-au-past, a lowly plank afar from top o’ shore to you today sir
flanking down towards the rank of author steppedown as it were
all in all a low law for sighting
hauling thrall and plowing a fighting sense
In up close. A bowling memory reminds our hero of his peril
as it were. A jag identity or entity cuts through the barrel
deeply South for slouching in wonder
sheepish mouth will vouch for the plundered word
A hand of need apply to surface as
though kindly held the card
of glass containing one’s lifetime
holding onto joust, necessary
in time a faded grouch
will wipe the years from sofas past
Grab the pane. The cutter over there and threshers feel the leg of cotton
oh for sure. The way it happened only one could reel the fish in rotton
ash for cash dashing bash asunder
rashly slashing cache-cache in wondrous

INVENTION
Fins dash, sit urban and local.
Later an emetic error
ruptures a bad nap.
Let’s, oh yes!
Omni in mosey hostel
A panda base rut
purr or recite: “men are tall”
a cold nan, a brutish sad snif

WHICHSTAND
Taskmask around on nimble lime
lightly aroused on dewy mining berg at night
stage fright
part of the port remains undone
the chute is there for what remains on stilts at night
quite right
and as the belt conveys a
payrolling to those who share a
one-day belt for fare and bankrolled
time for one last turn. Relearn
Down with the sand at deepest night
around the plane where housecats lining with the lime
shoeshine
regard the stance as paile bay
for once a footprint points to duney dunes at torque
move York
which sand is partly given
over to the architects who
saved the way for lapping ways
at last we shall return. In turn


© Sam Andreyev 1999 & 2000