FUMP FUMP FUMP...

A rich man's mole
has become an autonomous
chinese madame
casino

of lacquer

a thing with hot-lips
was made from a wart
from the rich man's argil

this is like a dudeen
or tureen
or tagine

only floppier
or 'without gravy career'
omellette

O Om-il-letz
let's humm
the amen b-side
where the finale
is set to millions
of rutabegas

or parsnips
i see an entire
landscape
of weird amoeba castles
digesting the futurepasts'
pastpatfurutre;s repast few
tours

If i take a tour of lacquerhead's
casino...

He hath made me from a mole..

and I am fascist!

Like Bellini
in the Glory
of Il Pape's

sunken alien vampire brisket baby eyes

wrapped in golden diaper foil

evolution is masturbation
the sacred is gorgeously boring
Toulouse Lautrec version painting

of

Bob Denver
as a nun
with a meerschaum
professor pipe


academia
is folk culture
and death
is couture

I am the mightiest Cuisine
of aye might tie the quaestio..

launching pressed lizard sausages..