Following The Public Dictums, I am Pointy to Fun

FUSHION

Wot cd show
that such detection
may be possible
with a reengineered metal protein that binds
to DNA only in the presence of uranyl cautions.

No hook, no memristor raptor to pupil
any I. I am fod,
and FOD is the 'food-blok-of-consciousness' trapped
in its hotel room.

Hotel room

whose fungus mouth guard is 600 dollars
in whose revelry the double-jointed furniture bathes

CIEL

flipper flaws
which come from much swimming and work
and battles for 'mother-food-real-blok'
toward the CIEL
of conscious and foetal weatherwomen.

Weather lady

I am retaining my excitement
inside of my own 'reel-bloch-of-food'

Rebellion
Rebulliant

Red Bull Ant

You take the mule
whose towering cluster of drums
is a column
whose sonic potential
daredevil birds bang into lovingly
and then get inscribed

BOMPO
my cave uncle cousin

you are also a school for the deaf
and the sound of deaf speakers
is the bridge of orchids
whose dangling pouch cafe' lovers
coo
and consciously emulate
the white fires of heaven

SNOW

is white fire
is rain burning non-aztec spinner-spam
i forget

mail call
is the sungulars

ATLATCHINOLLI

skinless rabbit scribe
they shun you
because you make excuses
for your errant pen

you know your head is damaged
but
we have tried to remember certain rules
to get along

we know also
there are organs

ORGANS

of popcorn
which process
even the nudest weatherlady
mounted by whatever

DIANA-DIONYSUS

liana psi suss

looser
bigger

i get obsessed
and then feel
tons of weird useless guilt
forever
like a scar

i can't drive