Glory Hand Burning in the Foyer

On to litters now, my scuffy ruffy rumpkins,
bitter spiders in the porridge now, my
roulette-hatted Toulouse Lautrec mannequins
in sequined dung-film-tape-worm-proseomes.

Yeeessssssssssss. Dr. Doom.
Is in the Roooom. Armadillo tornado loom
say Don Quixote' tupperware pencils.
18 Wheelers carved from wine-colored cinnabar
shot through with pure sulphur vericose.
The green fuzzball deer driver author
whose jointed antler lightning goes out
to the wheel
to the wheel of those whoove gawn

2-far

Tufa
Tufa
Toonar
Ruffy-Rumpking
Pump Queeng

Ore ange

Golden Geometry
"The angle of the ore"

Anglish
Sheila Na gig

Sheengla

Carpentour

"Abstruction, alas"
you viddles of my perfected
Mines.

Towering glass Lama
whose organs are chanting
sinister brujas.

Note to self:
Design building
using scaffolding
for sinister chanters
as poured from
decanters.

Chanters
Decanters.

Carmina Bureau.
Hello Doctor Waterbottom.
Yes, Jake, any letters?

My wee, there's 26 here all for you

Doggie Dingle!

Abby
Booty
Cram
Dong
Empy
Fuppy
Guppy
Hoo
Iiiieeeaah
Jingo

etc..

Now here comes Lady Guinevere

on a white horse
with a black saddle
that is in fact

a black hand
lifting her up
with the wrist being
a sort of shock-absorber

and with gigantic pink feathers
instead of fingernails

that can suddenly retract
as Lady G
can shoot her teeth out
like a Gatling
gun.

[pure nuggets]