Butt Money. And Mutant.

manure is waning off the people's bridge,
Jimmy Durante elf mold tells me signs
in breech-cloth capillaries are ready
for stone wall between us

Stonewall Jackson.

Stoning Michael Jackson
whose veil
is a breechcloth

We walk tenderly together along the bridge,
some lumps of electricity in my skull
are making me feel

feel up, pat down,
a nazi clown official

an Ayatollah of old olives
and weasles

I'm trying to make all this feel okay
but money will have to do that..

red praying mantis
is Dudley atop the coprolite

private coffee cup
nations

Ernest Borgnine
in Sanka-colored
daffodils