Sunday, May 10, 2009

Flexing My Stomach Muscles

wade for logger, or war for baal,
laboratory taries in the mouth, making
old rollercoaster seascape

grode inta towne

newe white charity
the phone number

in a lady's hands a holy voice is stupid,
you were right as usual, and lame as rain,
to wear its head in, I can't talk about it

not unhappy
flows wild through the cork
where tall turbanned bannisert
pips out of hotch

long white rabbit's head
is giving black teeth boxes into
an untransforming glitter

Egyptian alien glitter beings
are unloading their parasols
into the frenched up goemetry
(arbrélectromagnétique)
of the thwong

an ivory daughter
comes in a boat

an ivory thinking machine
is tended by these glass headed
zipper snakes

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