Weird Neon Mark Twain in Silver Suit

tools pulled out of the whitewater,
skeery leerkinhorns with bassable
jade teeth nonce words invaginating
toward some evalescent pucker called
a kivet, or a quoth

hard latin pelts skittering into place
to tesselate the lateness of its all
sooooo
ooohhh
yes, why is them semeplexity triveale

spatially
a paradox

a tininess that is itself "shrinking"
the rind of a rationality
built like a still

and still made partly of interconnecting
vaults

and oohhh yess, stillness
covering all

individual lamb's hairs carved of carnelian

meat red lamb's hairs
used to communicate with shrewish
and implaqueable "toasters"

Hear's to old what's his toe, and what's her korn
here's to the megalocephalic leviathan of crooked-crutching
wig-beating paddle-wheels

blonde-afro-paddle-wheelies
drive the bong-amoebna-spy-cart-religionism

you can imagine a kind of smooth slate burm
on which skateboarders with wheels of colored chalk
do eloquent berts, and bonelesses

you can imagine Hermes "itself"
as an amoeba of mercury
presenting everyonce inawhile
a cinnabarrial skull architecture
with spirits of steam languoring
in balconies of golden helixes
weird abstract xylophones
ejecting gaseous pennies

'thanks Pal'
says Mr. Jericho

I hear the flunky dishwasher running
I put lipgloss on the pervert teddybear