Il Summa des Kunstraptiones

The sad piano drifted
throughout all space and time

and in time
the single inertia
of its keys

was a little kiss
like the ray
which bounced
inside a mirrored head
whose sad little tongue

ate foreign slobbering contrasts
upon the broken door

O Soccer thugs!

A locust has left its empty
commdone of a skin
on your giant

alcoholic's

nose.

Chopin
greets you in
the Scottish garden~

a falling stone.

Braided licorice knight, your
prehensile neon tonsil chin appendages
make peacock flute fork flourishes
unto the sponge moon mining city slaves.

Drink Gavi,
and rave.

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