Old Reruns Calling Out Flapping Gumbs Rusticles

dirty, oblique boner, why have you come into my kharjas?
why have you written the lines that follow:

funkenstein
funkenstein
illegal latent trash

nnn, the empty knocks
of a hobby
the legal rush
all dat shit
is funkenswine

the habibi angry dennis
headless chatty blowhole
can you find a beast
between my riffs?

you make a picture frame
of lacquered pigsbodies
for a mirror of comatose
jarchates:

boner, these are no good, no count,
no happy description of themselves,
but are as gloves resting on an open stone
of screams.

Screams.
You who were once lovely in the circular rooms of torture,
have mostly gone to tea. Tea, coffee, now you are the screams,
of the mostly oblique boner, the baroque ice-breaker dog
whose head is like titanium ice, a proboscis of screams
which are see-through apartments
moving in a condolem spaze.

Thickly arriving waves of parasols, the sewing machine
dog-ice-breaker-condolem that moves in the thread

is the shadow
of the boner
under the sheets
of the broken ice
head

give a head
this tea-torso'd
orzo

give a boner
to this lapless doge of
García Gómez, 1965, 210:

1 nn m mrdš yã habîbî lã
2 n qr dnyš
3 al-gilãlah rajisah bšt
4 'twtw m rfyš.

When brown ice comes unmoored
from the calculus of headless doggy alhambras
piled like cookies at the feat

let cellphone dirigibles
exit through the nipple holes

let coffee-colored odalisques
become the cellphones of
tricorne-wearing dirigible doggies
in ice-candy runway stockings

let slopes reign
in Kamabunga

let chowderheads
pickle their mothers
in gushy Verisian hallways

their mothers
are like the totally spherical
atmospheres of triune
belch factories

example:

the most complicated glass object on earth

the simplest sand
piper.

What period is this?
Can a three lensed camera combine
the picture of debate into
a functional derivible.

Chesne'
Chesne'

Michelangelo's David
has the head of George Washington
and stands atop the dragon

the dragon which is

Everybody's collective laundry
seen as a space opera orgy
on Late Night Showtime

Sweetly lithe boner of all things,
what have you chosen for wings, a pair
of black 1997 Mercedes-Benz SL600

Convertibles?

Gillian Anderson will play
Joan of Arc being electrocuted in battle
when a UFO of purple monster elephant bunnies
descends from Betelgeuse
to hybridize our love slaves
with rumple carrots.