MIRRORS OF LITTLE SUN
Mirrors of little sun
ridges rushing with curtain
dark is bright behind carnival
child transecting The Skeletal lampshades
bright halo faster with pink head
vanished then hung stars down
the blazing
displayed bright supports with its
strangely shining radiance
Bronze blasted Sun King wanted snow
his frozen head
like a blow from armor surrounded by shining deities
glowing eyes polished around the blade
spectators saw him unwrap his golden feet
the zero of moon region approaches Sun machine all fused
but earth edge turns galaxies off its golden haze in
the water maidens see nitrogen like methane glowing
A FABULOUS MARBLE DREAMED ON RED GLASS
A FABULOUS marble DREAMED on red GLASS
a Butterfly IS YELLOW pumpkin and pop
daisy aftershave
soft peppermint Sausages with cake
cock of sandpaper in blue ice lake
fallen peach Candied BETWEEN the skirt inside of
pink tabletop touching crunch with pop
pink sunshine and blue apples
then another between the legs
with chuckling woodchuck and freaky cone
clock made of pudding
penguin wearing sombrero OF hard sunshine
Eating a marble peppermint and talking to a woodpecker
SUN in skies under yellow Lake
glass eyes floating in wooden belly
Bunnies pecking corners with Candied lips
breast hops between fuzzy tabletops
ANTIQUE MOON
Submarine with green flesh
bubbles with swarms of bees
empyrean universe filled with ghosts
folded back the jungle as
mist crowns little lakes
Chemical wind roars
world collapses slowly
waitress forces salts beyond
the pyramidal structure
Empire under thick edges of chopsticks in creased sea
GRANULAR sky polished cloud
flashing to misted Book buried in darkness
spheres disappear in milky skies
strumming folded fringes in a carbon buzzer
Or harps of ice found hazy rays of jeweled atoms
Blisters looking from the sparkle pulses
recombining floating equations
disconnected in cobblestones
five surfers handed his hats to Blood compounds
infinitesimal CLUSTER an opalescent dream
Kierkegaard the sweet rubbing world
the antique moon disturbing particles through
Little boxes wearing EASTER with intricate gears
pill opened by dull darkness ironed
Roman
off
HILLBILLY BEES
I saw tables inside tiny rooms
there the sand drops two forbidden nose cones
HILLBILLY BEES on a blurry Road
fuzz approaches with one of the beetles
chieftain sent yellow cone but
space benches would double him
unclear efforts moved to March
clearly someone with gold glass of photos and a talking
system photocopies with corkscrew
Historic animals flip before
washed shirt or glass of buzzers
Helga couldn’t bestow a tube that sent dozens from vapor
STORM linen wearing the standard deduction
constructing numerous evenings
which formed and blended
a grim cheer of Bundles when
Neptune saw only Small rimmed etching
CONCENTRATION CAMPFIRE
Swampy crocodiles in
wrecked fluorescent dimension
rain dress shrank her armor
brightness scalded thunder
fire clusters hide shake dimension
focus generators flag electric springs
feather lanterns vanish
cheeks elliptical
assembling continuous drift
accumulate system vortex
Shelley bruised pillow and cloud
from relaxed incandescence
pink sardines curled freeze arrangement
dented women on confused face magnet
ringing top the juice curfew
thick insect surrounded
lost lozenges of haggard kisses
with hands embroidered groups of
transposed gas planets
POLTEXT
The risen is unbearable
sudden brightness through trigger profits
their galaxy dreams of 22
distant Hardtop without the poles
cyclones flick those silent crystals
smoke falls where ghost seconds against pieces
their mountain systems choreographed despite silver rust
oblivion islands glow in five Ray process
THE wounds had accepted faded bottles
poltext cocked the disintegrator
Chicago shrank into blue hares
black sky pale in the golden time
stepping transparent brightness
denouncing range through melted wire
regressing to the mandatory parentheses
Africa felt hatch of fluttering color
trees dissolved with Aldebaran out of ICE police
hot pressed metal whispered from forbidden consequences
Monday in tiny glowing crack of TWITTERS and decomposing crummalite
the manda grass around nylon gun is GLOWING
closed skull tries swiftly the glimpsed room
ash separator hop and long palms through world liquidation
The timejector pulsation creeps on tomorrow
then the call was spinning on Machine for pink hours
again picture pressures THE computer candy
but dotted 16 oscillations over crylon bars
burning owls give small covering for folded hands
Gregory Wallace has been making art of various kinds for at least 50 years. He was active in the mail art scene in the 80s and participated in international mail art exhibits and correspondence. Mr. Wallace was a founding editor of Oblivion magazine and has published several books of poetry including The Girl With Seven Hands, The Return of the Cyclades, and Exile and Kingdom Come. His artistic activity encompasses poetry, collage, sculpture, assemblage, photography and painting. His work has appeared in Typo, BlazeVox, #Ranger, Black Scat Review, Clockwise Cat, and many other journals.