Monday, December 6, 2010

Not.

Semtaur on synaphone

blag! face of woven raisins
it looked up in shame
at the thing whose head was blinding

now lay like a mummy
and pass into the pupil

now lay like a mummy
and pass into the pupil
now lay like a mummy
and pass into the pupil

raisin face can drive the eyeball
on the freeway listening
Semtaur on synaphone

blag!

then a cop in a raisin
had a blinding red head
your ears during sex
are too hot
your red hot ears
gave me raisin face again

i am your pupil
mummy woman
take out your raisin baby bag
of bones and bonga bonga lucky nutch

they cross a fever unaided
but somehow
we get drab

especially under red snowflakes drifting
the kris boat mahogany head clamped
on gator

your ear gators likely
to sing poorly infused
to lemon skin

we enter then
the cool hall in lemon skin
your baby is an ipod milk amoeba
living in a white raisin ear
droned Matisse
droned

Arp Amoeba Hands
harping folder
dossier

synapho!

She hired the Greek men.
She hired the Greek men.

Blood red Parthenon.
Green goddess dressing.
raisin face can drive the eyeball
into

lemon garage

"haitian pressed salmon"
on wizard toast

i only want
little glass tunnels
and glitter shirts

or we could sit singing
with the beached whale again

our whole raisin

is a sweet red cherry
dried like an Inca

just a whiff
of  mummy babies
in banana paste


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