Wednesday, April 6, 2011
I Haven't Changed My Act In 40 Years. It's Annoying. But Comfortable.
Winn and Kidd
do an odd tantra
inside an enormous cowboy hat
of ancient ice
who are you?
A cobra wends its way through a trellis of open-work
crows and nepotism
hands proffer crystal eggs
with tiny rabbits inside
which represent the old woman's voice
the urban prairie grotesque
cannot be remaindered if it is alive
who is he?
have no idea..
she says these canals criss-cross the entire surface
Holland is where the last of the aliens landed
in the sixteenth century
they live among us
as ghosts through soft timbre
spidery holocausts inseparable
they announce the departure
toward Los Angeles
Percival Lowell cannot move
inside the gooey geode
the bizarre Venus
painted by Rembrandt
Mr. Kidd suddenly vomits
six little shivas
squirm like crabs
in a goo of old ice
a 747 pan am
pan am brand telefoam
broad herkin braintrust limo
i give up
i know the diamonds are in the body but where?
It's alimentary dear
dead
What's on?
The poetry of poets
you're a nice person
but i'll see you next year
after Jesus gives up smoking
I'm Plenty O'Toole
rayon temperaments flare
into smooth jazz nostrils
make yourself a coke
buy an olive from its Tiffany case
you could be venus
to a rabbit
in a soda filled mask
raised up to Chthonic gods
by a sheriff
i approve
that you don't show your bodies
to the hired help
the universe she says
is little more than a cute remark
to the horror of the gods
an obvious little notiuon
thought it might come in handy
a faun riding a canard
like a cafe' racer
into the sunset
its head suddenly fitted out
with a horizontal claw antenna
made of battling chandeliers
ocean virgin floating olive
the realm of slumber technology
wawa wan
we are ready to begin the final journey
Dutch alien canal
let it be an organ of diamond
a blanc mange
is a red headed Scotsman
Salute this Tiffany's alien breakfast
I'm sure the shirt
can't cover
the entire wonstrado
Juan Strabo,
will you deliver
the robotic balloon shiva
to ice station zebra
large wave-length deformations of the lithosphere
my personality is laid out like a set of rooms
a circuit
which has several glowing tributes writ in
Bugs Bunny
that bizarre alien venus
Trojan
Gastric
You dirty double crossing limey
A spray can
is quite comfortable
besmirched with dice
the whole cheap facade
priceless
Madoona
with little hairy faun child
his clear plastic face
full of butterflies
and lousy comedians
shay-dee tree...