Pale Glog

i think the dark frog girl can sing.
in the open faced sandwich box guitar
of peral
or choram
pearl chloroforms
crystalline anagram engines
we go deep into the funnel
of a jug
gitchi
gitchi
buddi
gitchi
hot hillbilly chick
checks out
Goncourt Southerland
record ends
bleak teak
Tom Sawyer
in cave Gurdjieff
seven pages missing
whoosh of tiki
post-impressionism
lava extrusion nozzle
yoga in straw-hat
during great fire
of a head called
naos kimodo
Jack London
or thing police
piercing hunchback for bucket carry
tiny nude black imps
riding snow-wolves
to the place
of the green bell

grass bells hover
bat clappers
are petroleum amoeba
thumbs