Mugwomb

it would tend to slope down     the bitter root
      to the bitter, to the bit
part

tongue's art         traipsed
trapped, the trappings of its total tongue, gew gaw,

the goo of awe, or oddity's good bustle craft, here, there
she shirt
hair mist
the woven matte or complex of its breath
air plane breasts its even numbered
loss of sense in numerals
or names they once
deicde (decity)

namerules
non circus deicide
can't you         clean the purse out
and be quiet   the time I spend
for you under the gun.

thick black column to hold up the bleak persistence of its wind
the sections that could be cut of the roof cake's rust
     how

     obvious the chariot
the wheelchairs wincing in the laurels

     the bicycles
   like crow's feet
   in a mad widow's
   oven

     sausage cross
       upon witch
        a little cookie sings

          stool pigeon
        squab
      basquiat
    tumeric

   rigamarole
the way its z
repeats
a short-hand
foreshortened
the frame is like that
browsers kull
it's 2 d
comi-gimi key

necessarily gesture in lines
     that tangle

where the tusk modulus mixes in
the other dimensions and species
remember how   we
save the schitzoid brains
for drug races
    we'd pare.

        hologum.
the painful boxe of its thread.
        vauxhall is weary
and falls.
in the slick spongey courtier's
killer whale mouth bed foam eating rubied
limbs, a kind of hushed revery
       is brushing its teeth
in the country

a windmill makes a song
like two banshees
rubbing business cards
        at a lake.

some wide thinking vanity
has curced ous with this momen
   t

the slide
to bitter root
       vis fed off

       vand know we get up
in our giant hat parasols
and teagues and leagues

Today.
It's giraffe racing!