The Darling Paragon of Human Idiocy

(How Unfairly You're Acting)...


I supposed it
not very Radley or Thom
to meet its
interminable
grrr head~
on..

if you give it
shapeshifting in the middle knight
middle sex
or middle ~of~

poor Venir, he chose to chew parfait
in the center of the commune
on the terrace of the mote
upon the verdant death
rebounding through the pee
all along the paragon~ para-agon

to the adulation of beasts
humane with salutes of value

This poem is such a little Radley
in its girl school of whispers
in its old Oliver Reed beds
of D.H. Lawrence of Arabia

Just look at Ponge's gymnaste, just
look at 9000 BTUs
'drowning in fire'

/THE BLACK SCHMOO-BUNNY/ says:

good-bye
non-flammable
cleaning
duster