A Chelys Bean Appears Griping Out the Flog From the Lines

and there was Dionysus, who was not Nermes, and Nercules, who was not Mesele,

and if I were a snake, I'd just expand forever and ever, like a hand, ink falls drifting into silence, the index, like a crooked stick pulled from a blinding foam 

GET THEE BEHIND ME PETER!

First and foremost, it is our budget which prevents us from visualizing freedom.

We have the freedom to fail, and that is enough.

Goya is here even now, and Turner. Ready, Aim, Fire Romantically!

Sometimes a situation is just like a wallet, and all the bills just lay down flat and rest awhile.

There's no use calling it anything other than commerce, believe me, I've tried..

Finally I've found it, the external vagina fungus codpiece of Pinocchio...

Now I'll make a chin.

I will feed them halos

of red cheese

and massage their knees

these slithering sky blue donkeys

will engulf me with their 

prehensile

label nauseam

R. Makara

How would u like a back-pack to live in, eh little boon-appkin?

I knew a sock named Tony once..

I knoo a ghost stalking page puller imp pyre flogging lines of fight.

Now learn your marching steps!

Lysine moves and changes.

a slow river of stones

is caught up in their needs and baggage.

ah this pink shell.

I never go outside anymore.

I see Dali floating up from our Caligari Caravan..

Thin weevil-like mustaches clutch his feminine naked feet

like heirloom curcuses

Drinking non-Newtonian fluids

allows me to put a scissors in my head.

It was my first day at college, and everybody wanted to pet my monkey.

petals flow and epipheno

modala monda monada 

a rose is never a rose is never a ruse is always a ruse is always

arosenquirken

floral horseshoe, will you not be my sand dollar

my ratchet jawed bonnet

my thin 

and

bouquet like

knee-pad

dinner plate

for a thin bohemian girl

she knew just what to do

our urchin clown noses

gave us instant princeton

instant folo

and heavy vibrating steel turtle shells

hover like weapons

she pets sage

well, the snipper

didn't quite make it

(all old cokes their mighty breats confey)

There is an eerie ay that Richter

in his deep Herodotus

pulls up from color to the lap

of traditional tragic theology

tragic theology

has all the trappings

trapped in theater

alas

trapped in shut your

yab yum

Kerouac Tonsure Confettis

in the lake of tonsils

there is no Leroi Jones sing

I gamble for every plaid

a bucket brigade

its beautiful but worthless

no make that insanely beautiful

and hyper useful

make it anything

diamond rotunda

full of kick lines

tofu androids

feeding themselves

to huge slug-like super brains

in rapt worship

The Black Man

is the Invisible Man

is the Golztius

and Grrr-lad-you-ate

KONFLICT IS KOPANKT

these fans of korea

are panty hose

have a corporate experience

have a conflicted day

I say, bit of a feral fangoy with all that abstract art, I saw two chaps passing paint back and forth bettwen their clestion marks, cubic heiney pleats i see a towering black and bracheated head tome, yes stripe, hello darling

you will throw off boldly and explode with color, anger or delight

and then fall delicate as a lamb

into velvet thyme pockets moving quiet as mantas

in the breach

only my toes

are sentient robot farms

Don't ever undermisunderfestibate

the jelly crayon

pelvic hive girldles

will fess you botero

all BOTERO HONCH HIND TOOD

dub ass

film

production

Just Jump!

You're Claes Oldenburg fer Chrissakes!

I bet Claes Oldenburg can't do that..

I am sex with Mowgli

and racecars

and flour pura.

GRATE GRATE!

I'm teach you system that done down DOUGHN WHORK!

Instead of the six oclock

NOUS!

i rustle

thinly in dark

and dusty

estubaerries

If I sing

this Wien will rise

If I sing

this thing will rise

SPANISH IS MY NATIVE APOCALYPSE!

I came out of Andy Warhol's rectum

dressed like a cookie jar..

living as a wrestling match totem pole

the sth stoplight faded

Grune

Gnuge

Gnooger

flowing down

i stared

looking down 

i stared

the gold gilt sled

carried vellum

and dye

wheat gorgon homunculi

are woven by angels

into angels

EVERY ANGEL IS MIDAS!

finally

the actuall meaning of prison.

ECSTASY

confined to a single moment

like a pin-prick

by which only GOD 

knows itself

to death.

spinach machete power!

and suede nimbus collar

i think i have a heart murmur

or a miniature black demon thing

rustling inside of me

or you

do you read ITALIAN GOMAD..

wax cause

one frosty nil he sat along

deep plagoo

jacket to the scrim

biggest drink in the world

PACIFIC WHISKEY CARCASS

very eclectivukvuk droodle

come thee porno tonsil

do you believe in content?

and grammar?

a pelvis will unite them

a snow pelvis gloweth

in the bountain

to sweet candy

but keep the math on

I AM THE DOGE KOINE

fill up my myth with sugar light bulbs

I gpot a burga

and sold off all I dot

look at me wiggle in infinite weirdness

all becoming something

sometimes

the torreador

just whispers

rear view hiro hito

a mermaid

is not a skink

nor a gecko

I am F. Murray Abraham.

Do you think about Jim Morrison

with glandular epaulets?

Do you think about

guitar sausage over fragrant 

ginger dolls.

You can expand this room with a mouse over.

WORLD

DO OVER.

It was an ancient stringed instrument (invented by Hermes) which was already popular and widespread in Mycenaean times.Closely associated with the worship of Apollo and a means of education for young persons, it constituted, along with the "aulos" (clarinet), the national (and often "competitive") musical instrument of the Greeks.

In its earliest form ("chelys"), it consisted of the soundbox (with a palpitating membrane from the skin of an ox or kid stretched over the open side of a concave tortoise shell), the two arms (made of goat horns or two similar curved wooden rods) and the crossbar (a cylindrical piece of wood connected across to the arms). The, equal in length, strings (from 3 to 12) were primarily made of hemp or flax and later of twisted animal (e.g. sheep) gut or sinew. The strings were secured to a brace (tailpiece), passed over the bridge ("magadion") and tightened on the crossbar. The adjustment of tension (tuning) was initially achieved with the help of a thong, later with a free or fixed slip of wood, but also wooden tuning pegs ("kollavoi").

The player held the instrument against the left side of his body (often with the help of a sling). The left-hand fingers pressed or plucked the strings while the right hand struck the strings with a "plectrum". The "plectrum", which was attached by a cord, consisted of a curved handle and a pointed blade of ivory, horn or bone.