THOMAS LOWE TAYLOR is described at his website.



IL RASPITUNATE

Blows him down. Bare rap of undisturbed elements. That's how they leave 'em gasping for air the gill
slits flapping like oldman gums. That'd been just a little too much, not made pertinent but slipped and
gabbled a dusky definito was the loot of the day. Spent.

Still, I'd blown a carcass getting here. Afforded flutes and bennies. Yet the purple strain strained at her
gussets in floppier dorks made alert to what's not unspoke in the rattle of now and then, still a hooper
destiny in the works for all youse guys hanging in the winds.

It'd narratived forward like a moot snoot. This was the spanker dude, still in his forties but a narrow set
of jeans leaning against the bed. Not too much to smooth out long. A new grammar to the light lingo
poled aside and let go like a speech that fails to move.

"What'd I say" you said. Or sang. Or shouted back across the denizens of the plank where a cool wind
leaves you sagging inward a shout spun on your lips silent and blue where the Roman's windows leans
the sagging of your skin a lingering home of parts.




from N U R

Rendered delineate
Louter, louder'd

In these delicate airs renewal, harps no wooden airs
Rescind tent, "dog me to the stone"

Allows no distance the music borne atune lates stir
But dressed like liquor buttressed

Nor upper tense their term renewal, nor hops allowed
But formed aside eighters

In flat recall nor doubters love's ankles
Touted aside nor boats these skippers lined out

Toward total lowers low | to have held
Heaps their sudden tiers below nor altered out

Where her signing outs their own reference recalls
The longer hours you'd met them down the malls

Or have haltered from the distances their own mechanic
Hards the tuner nats no stir therein but held again

Dacy's lamb, nor halted psalter requine termit pane
Nor holded offer skim this peen her tempo scorn

Nay, faulted time torn signs between, as halted torpor
Forms the flinty skin her sighs at sheen nor tempo

Then breaks aside at folds the sharper lore
Referenced out.

This would have been
Eats nor louder

Her fat a science to doubt
But lets them say anything

I'd held my own paces shore withdrawn
The folded paces led us toward the dawn

No motor in your madness
Heals these scenes to rout

Say some more, squeak them dull

Here'd a sail no further
Slopes deny them dint of the moor!

As : slumps : the door, slow apart
Then dumps no more, slips aside
Then leaps too far to know anything

Your'd been away too long, these
Fragments less eternal moments
Denied their own rectitude
You'd say "wha?"
Allowances

Heap of dented cannots.




NUR SPLENATO

Ast after offer, she nur's nay plenty in her pinto.

Thus, another offer heard her screaming for forgiveness under the gun, under the whip,
"Stay, master, stay yr satiation in another realm, in the music where it hangs in the wind."

You'd occluded, nay rapunto, and heard in the whining signs at the end of the void, here where her own
tomatoes scale the rack, wheel the dunes in singing realms at maid and term, the air's own school holds
you outer in the realm of dunes and forlorn detriments;

There in the noon of rooms, history heals the less informal actions, signing time his voice in restitution
skeins the heir, the "this" of that's own term and tempo as slicker airs redo.

Lator, in lateness meant no due but honor's term's tempo hoots along alloys of the light air in sense or
outer, "Yo, il mahoud, her heart's a flamenco duel all meandering now!"

They'd late net markings, how clamored retains the sound /rapunto/ of the air's own heart in simple made
the same line declining from outer codes to internal smooth, her other arc.

I'd marked out hard, then stayed, to hold no outer but the single skein, herein made taut, and less aside
than simpler airs not spoken in the heart's own stroke one-on-one, the new.

Doubled skarners no forgiveness in tempo, in the line, in the song in the tune's own sign he hears her
singing in his ear she comes so slow along and sighs the time along among.

Finishes fine tempos left astern in smoother angles reposed from where he signed on inner forms leaner
now than not he hears her moaning in his arms again, a song for life.