Tuourminoh passes thru wind fire and water
to the sounds of flute and kettledrum,
with a gentle accomplanimaninaniwahdesukado
from pianissimo TROMBONES!
is carrying huge apples
in his chest.
Who will we save? These genies have brightened the air with solitude,
and torn down the curtains from a single hoary eye..
Let them all suffer
Let them all suffer
in ecstasy as we have,
the poem anvil of infinite light
whose song like a laserblade cuts the air
with the hoofbeats of locusts
in long purple hair,
and the golden eyes of tyrants
softened by mystic love.
for a time they waited by the sagging dolls,
put your head on my shoulders,
put our shoulders together,
put our star
to the anvil
and pound it
flat as fish.
And in Etruria, in the days of X and Blondie...
OUr shrine is assembling itself, a body like ten-thousand bells
peers from behind the mountain, a lamb in spider's clothing,
and the columns of temple are engines, like trees of fire,
and are musical, and the bowl in the Naos
directs our temple's song
deep into the valley
where the strong country
cover their ears
and plot heinous acts against us,
but we are as silver fishes
darting among featureless
in shoes of pink straw.
Ten Thousand white-foxes will gather
in an iron canoo in the sky,
and on that day
it will rain
pink straw sandals.
bound by the snake
our love was gentle
our thoughts drifting like castles of smoke
tethered to the wide brims of our lily hats
upon which we sunned
in the lowing river,
and green robotic frogs
clicked and eeephooed
braided in our glare.
BO DARK TREE BRAIN AQUA SPHERE
let crenellated yellow glass spheres
house nudes like dew underwater
NEMO EXULTATIS SEIZURE
has a slanted guitar
or that flower that blindly flows
any over awl
FDR raining PARMA
Glaswego fur dawn sputa..
Great blue prima.
our green ears are edged with fuscioa
listen to the croack
Comely upon any canto iron ferguson stovepipe
and lily headed jewel
they ain or stain it
and take the albino gorillo
to the snow-line to release him
HATS AND SHOES
fall from an iron canoo..
and they pass back fefore the twisted circular tree
as if the moon
reaching all the way.
The Krell had an extensive entertainment complex
designed before they went mad
with stupidity, caused by their unconscious worshipping of it,
which they saw as fun, but which absorbed any intellectual resources
which might have helped their planet become upwardly mobile
in the hierarchy of the great work where the least of accomplishments
is planetary flagellums modulated from the polar axis
and a force field, and synthetic meteorology
in all senses of that term.
The poorest of theories
is already an eye.
all the whiskey in heaven.
I cant phi pi theta delta johnson for ruminata ata aka...
A portrait of our dream government's breakfast protocols.
And all the REST.
all the R.E.S.T.
The 80's laugh were sposed to be in
how softly they repose outside my house
Octavia, I have come out of my tent,
and every rainbow
is clothed in snakes, or goblins.
EVERY SPECTATOR IS SOLOMON.
Every spectator is Cleopatra.
Every spectator is languid fern queues approaching the exquisite corpse of narrrrrrrrrrrrrrrra
EVERY SPECTUXEDO IS SOLOPATRA!
I keep chewing on my principles.
"I tried to think with this thing."
They were not ready for global high-speed stratospheric rollercoaster transport!
Henibol, they can barely say your name!
Now look at them, like you, they are all gibbering in their llama tablets
and playing "Betsy, Stain your Gumb Helmets"
For awhile I was sacred incandescent matter, then I became liberal, then, I was arrested,
then I became an anarchist while in prison.
It's mind way wormed the hide-away
Its mined whey world the mind a hay
I did it
or the High-way.
I swish yude pute a foo more songs on the juke bucks.
my coarse hart floweth clover..
i need to tinkle now.
Chicago is all over the lights.
Everything is here and is
being burned slowly and is enough
for ventral belly louvres
to pour purple clover honey down
burning honey feather
Originally, this episode was about Upton Sinclair, and the Hispano Suiza affaire,
but then CLURG foot ANTONINUS
slaved toad images to orgy sun flame baskets.
go all over.
Its the least I could do.
I don't want to work for you, but I will be your slave.
I'm looking for something outside myself, but I always keep getting
in the say.
russian male orchestra.