Ornamental Poetry: L.A. to D.F. desde el Norteado

From foil, poetry takes what Ornament requires—

a background –no a contrast, what? What is it?

There is Is.  It’s a question by voice. Creacionismo,

Neoplatonic, Emersonian, WCW, Ian Copestake

Etc. Lettered Friends.  On the Line. Let’s forego

Further interference, ah here comes le Francais.

French symbolists—how dare you.  Beginning

with Baudelaire who pushed in “1860 became an

Ardent supporter of Richard Wagonnger. Yeh,

I know, a Misspelling.  Oh Well, its still comprehensible

with oil paint words. He's just turned on Angel Baby
by Rosie and the Originals can you hear it?

From foil as Foil is an embellishing the Jewel.

That hidden stubborn detail in the Viewing

of Rare stones. I saw them, I touched them, I felt

them glow, glow with the glory one knows

instantly and beauty makes you shed tears

among strangers.  Hello there, heart of words,

like here specifically I’m talking about WCW’s

poem to his Mother, Elena, “Two Pendants:

For the Ears.” That’s me. I’m Elena and she is My

Sister and my maternal twin Aunt.  It doesn’t matter

if you read this or not—I am a force in the quicksilver

of words.  Hey everyone, didn’t you know 

what dies off faster than any other natural resource,

 are languages  Boo hoo hoo. There goes Another
one. Oh, poor families, words are families,
they are lovers, they are Us.  ...And anotha

And already ten more have been killed off.

Why do wish English to take over the world?

Well, it doesn’t matter. You can’t take back

what You’ve done my domestic Abuser,

Englishman, we are at Mercy’s End. Goodbye.

You know how these women are. Mercy,

I remember her so well. She was Glamorous.

Mama’s friend and like the others, Carmen,

Enedina, Gonzalez, he must be family. Those

Gonzalez men, ay Por favor. Yaqui quien

Sabe quien, ellos son indios son nuestros lideres.

Juntense plebe, let’s get together, these aren’t

Good Ideas, they are Awful, the worst for All.

There is an All You All you can’t refute that.

Neoplatonic, Christian, Philosophical, back

and forth. You don’t have to break into Pieces.

Surely, there is Something we can Inspire,

Mundo sientate, estate Quieto.  Bueno Ya Stuvo.

Nos reunimos, somos Gente de Tierra

ya no Hay otra.  Eso lo Saben, los hombres,

las Armas, las falsas diplomacias, no es Cierto

que el tiempo del Humano se durmio o estara muerto.

De Effe quien eres por favor hecha un Vistazito

para aqa. Que paso? Rajados siempre fueron asi.

Fresas y cremas el Norte les da todo y se

quedan sentados en sillas del Ninyito, I know.

Its misspelled. WTF. Answer once in a while
Would Ya? desde los Extremeties aQa.