on
"HYPOER-ABDSURD-WAEDNEZDAY"
"HYPOER-ABDSURD-WAEDNEZDAY"
imprecise and willfully obscure
the worldings' movement
as if for a language for as if
the worlds' not worldings'
imprecision would willfully
obscure this hermetically
sealed opening of the field
whose expansive gesture
no one knew, noon new,
its moist keeling overhaul
the trootlings' languish
and barrel the vowell
with a foolscop, poet
thy being in law, thy
mouth for bud-lipped ruling,
when nectar from the chin
arc statuary ache
all around the nimbling
numbus nimned led lodestone.
start simple
with something like
the color red gets loose all over
blood money
grey flannel
the secret history of the drug war
alive in painting the oscars
grouching
my eye tongue
coin eye
ending forward moan
the french connection
how sweet
how delicate
the double darkness
drowned
great white tubs of marble
great white flour sacks
to smuggle
gold coins
to whorehells
flowerhalls'
lovely
bisque candy
quarderellose
your whole arms
up inside
albino boas
risking everything
on paper
the letters are all held on
with static electricity
now that you know old men
are garden statues
hurtling
through windows
and into the loving arms
of poor bear slippers
so that's how they joined our movement
===
post-islamic hamburgler weavers
for magazine rack design
dunk the bunny
in the garden over and over
just like granny said
perversion
heroic
Ulysses and Penelope
conjoined
in a brown leaf
It's too late for order.
If I were not Dionysius,
I would certainly be
the Amish James Dean Martin Heiddegger.
When the world turned upside down
becomes the oracular tripod
for an absense
of blankness
sculpture
was the easiest ideology
it prefurred
the ludic
the grigorious
our bladder money
is without end
no gesture meel
I'm starving the timeline of events again.
surely one hand clapping
can end all
commputalism
capitalism + communism = commputalism
can you bring me the white outs?
noise = chaos.
this phrase, so serene,
and well constructed
is like a black pyramid.
in a happy park.
no parking.
this is how you make a poem.
a swarm of kites
will lift you
to an altar in the rock
and there you will find a bust of ham
and lay your fungal hand
upon its brow
to make a spotted dick
these sanguine shapes are gliding
in the violence of hope, and force
still planning that rubdown I hope.
Charles the First!
in a tin can!
Eggs in a tincan radio!
dunk the bunny
in the garden over and over
just like granny said
knick
knack
paddy
whack
give a god
a poem
for a head like doggy balls
instills the capital
prism barge
on a jelly river
i brought you the white out madam
if only clay moved
its demotic and alien hypnotism the way yudu
clone somatic letter junction affect x
weed awl bee saunter off
with weel welded whole
a violet ray
everyday
the pages I throw away
are like ads for Hans Bellmerdre
war bells so huge
Jock Kerouace
must possess Joey Heathertone
possessed by the toilet
possessed by Anne Margarewt
each dew drop
possessed
by lysergenic
cloning
no happy donkey!
no coffee and cream!
all of history is become
pixels to a ray gun!
I'm sure you won't mind
if I burgeon and swarm,
and swarm and burgeon,
forevermore,
amen,
crookenforkenemblendingwortfortdadagallholewerdernsturnemdrankin
no mind
nemo dew
this is my special
brutalist
fire crown
for the reader
like a gliding soul
irradiated
by pictures
for the reader
like an ex-ray
fell soully
to color
the cutaways
leaving the piano once and for all
the heavy vibrating marble statue
attempting to follow
and roll off on the floor barking
its dinner broken
for all the arrangements
mask
a changeabulletty
with something like
the color red gets loose all over
blood money
grey flannel
the secret history of the drug war
alive in painting the oscars
grouching
my eye tongue
coin eye
ending forward moan
the french connection
how sweet
how delicate
the double darkness
drowned
great white tubs of marble
great white flour sacks
to smuggle
gold coins
to whorehells
flowerhalls'
lovely
bisque candy
quarderellose
your whole arms
up inside
albino boas
risking everything
on paper
the letters are all held on
with static electricity
now that you know old men
are garden statues
hurtling
through windows
and into the loving arms
of poor bear slippers
so that's how they joined our movement
===
post-islamic hamburgler weavers
for magazine rack design
dunk the bunny
in the garden over and over
just like granny said
perversion
heroic
Ulysses and Penelope
conjoined
in a brown leaf
It's too late for order.
If I were not Dionysius,
I would certainly be
the Amish James Dean Martin Heiddegger.
When the world turned upside down
becomes the oracular tripod
for an absense
of blankness
sculpture
was the easiest ideology
it prefurred
the ludic
the grigorious
our bladder money
is without end
no gesture meel
I'm starving the timeline of events again.
surely one hand clapping
can end all
commputalism
capitalism + communism = commputalism
can you bring me the white outs?
noise = chaos.
this phrase, so serene,
and well constructed
is like a black pyramid.
in a happy park.
no parking.
this is how you make a poem.
a swarm of kites
will lift you
to an altar in the rock
and there you will find a bust of ham
and lay your fungal hand
upon its brow
to make a spotted dick
these sanguine shapes are gliding
in the violence of hope, and force
still planning that rubdown I hope.
Charles the First!
in a tin can!
Eggs in a tincan radio!
this is how you make a spotted dick
in the garden over and over
just like granny said
now harpy is scared
still studying yesterday
its mystic gifts
still need the white out dear
deaf statues
of commputalism
you are smoking the vestigial off again?
granny compute it?
Do you think a butler needs a bowler?
Perversion.
Rabbit.
I am the shadow stalks
inside of you.
dunk your bunny in the garden
over and over.
granny ducking stool dugong
smoking a translucent
obsidian
dudeen.
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