Ruined green cathedrals, bathing beauties, and sea-going sculpture, all disconverge on scruple-tongue.

steak sweet

potato wellness formula

kleenex soup kombucha

in strabusiness

I found myself

a mustache curler

demos to demos

for our cave-wry'd wigging

a crock o'dilator

to confound

the narrowing

phanero-fen

psibyllization

chest case

basket case

in rough carpets

the sliding remains

faux-vision fades

its colors moving brighter

I have bring-ed mother

again

she prefers the live icon

to television

a crude waiting it seems would cruel

the harness of good huihuizenga

a great fellow

donating honorable zings

to the high hound

the speaking shadows

the fleece warrens

crackling with electric

wheezing hoods

shrouded pillars

awake

and spin

accelerating

to think, it all started with herm

(...)

L

"tripping mews"

Diogenes first conceived of the lantern

in the dream of a satiate horse

this plume will be my goose-egg

he cried

for my twin erection lies

at the crux of strabismus

and schitzopodality

"I am the way beyond the crab-people.."

and so then

the sea witch put her neck

in the heavy jet black torque

her neck claws

accessing controls

pulling up view screens

etc

rows and rows of digital

flip-top cauldrons

bubble bubble toil and double

0101110100101011100

my wound must breathe in thicket

where punctum arcs a shadow

only resonyms will tame

what wormius knew

was only tithes

to water

in magesty

I may not block the illegible curse

but its glue will purple

as a sheet

never touching my sacred brow

the tail of the world

is a dancing spew

psyllipsussed

J-o-y-L-j

V

this beard of pipes

can never remain

purely a spectacle

The camera is not your fault,

nor your earthquake

I can see I'm going to have a lot of work today

inside the creased piano ledger

(what he is really saying is):

young women on the banks of the seine

about to be attacked by a light saber

Romanticism's new digs

may only be entered through a star-shaped mirror

you know you have won

if you are wearing custom

moccasins 

I refuse to eat "smoke turtle" with you!

5000 more ping pong tables please

and include the REQUISITE 

spoon paddles

and napkin scorecards

I picked a bad place

to become a living icon

again

glass nipples

are the most beautiful

and chickens are alaways trapped unside

it perfumes

necessity

Celadon, you are awakening

to Celadon.

this final hyphen will allows us

to scale the walls of reason

and reach the infinitely closed

beyond

When I mimic a blood waterfall

your image mimics

a trembling

as an erotic nun

I entered the republican party

declaring justice for plebs

and hot lice

for hit parade head sores

syntaxis

works for modernism

but will openly reveal

its primitivist tendencies

under close scrupulotion

fig lute

sweetly beckons

to groves

of green tapestrions

BACK SYNTHAUR!

meat chess

as developed

by picnic ted

TED POSITIVE WORK HOLE

and to think

duchamp was the man beside you

i feel lazy 

in all the former

dimensions

Duchamp appears on the ancient tokens

as the yogic lord

or tamer of beasts

as an architect

I worked with birds

to aid in the design

of my sea-going

capital

what is it for

anyway?

If you will just put the napkin in your mouth

your head may work a bit better

I get along with the idea of painting.

and sometimes

a nose-flute

will surprise you...