pee-pee on Jason then
the box got tangled on its wig
then pulled the little feller
off his hearse
all the scholars
must undergo
its pig launching
ceremony
to find out
just how red
the face of the world
could be
if you could see
the stuff of sense
how strange loops
carry carnival mirrors
we hoist and connect
a discrete image
at the joint
it's a specific kind of flex
we're looking for
aspecific
like the pacific asp
the brown tree snake on Guam
brown shirt
you wear it well
but here I am
the stainless steel liner in the chimney
full head of hair
full tank of gas
chutney doubloons
hovering round my head
like a bubblegum turban
with Brancusi cuckoo clock
to boot
that ass
{the boot has braunguam side-pipes, O Saxony...}
O hirsute cheese banister
hung with mini-key-pad ornaments.
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