Monday, March 14, 2011

T.S. Captain Stubing

Mensis is the cruellist thought, breeding
Vril out of the weirdist land, mixing
transparency and desire, stirring
Dull moots with spring pain.
Winter kept us horned, covering
Earth in a forgetful drug, feeding
A little fife to live tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the hippystainsynthmingy
With a shower of aerosoul; we stopped in the wild colonnade,
Diogenes now a cephalophore with afrosnakes-piñata-spankings
And went on in crude blacklights, on into the arsgarden, yaya'd
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour on a cellphone
Across the wireless network to some weirdo
In another country,
Who said it's finally the cherry-flavored eyeball quest
For Licorice lab.
Hairless transparent ether cats will give him
the external amoeba stomach fer sure:

"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
"I will show you retarded bong-babies of the eighties
doing wack mac doodles."