Sweet Blue Brazilian Eye Shadow Falling Over Russia

Whiskey is the singing of an old Bulgarian woman
whose voice is young, beautiful, and haunted~

by the aching hills in which Ennio morricone's
walking cane was born.

Mimsy Farmer is my teen-aged lover
who believes in Satan (memesy pharmer)
who cannot stand up in a tiny room
owned by a lamp, or the [it]
of lumpenkraft.

A lonely writer has no friends,
and whistles for his one legged dog
he calls Conscious Pilot.

Conscious Pilot
will drive the lovely BMW X3
through 'connect to cut'~
through a 'mass of chewing sets'
Simsbury, or buried simulations, like
bumptious pilates instructors in toe.

He will drive without romance
through heavy stones
which have fallen from the jaws
of an old and alien magi:

Abe Vigoda Alpha Centauri,
or Lizard Caesar Rayban Wayfarer.

Ennio Morricone
has been cast in a terrible play
involving fatwas against his hairdresser.

The Conscious Pilot
grows tired
of smearing spermy sweet potato
upon the Italian language
with long floppy paddles
made from decaying brazilian whiskey.

Horses.

There is a conspiracy
to touch my testicles
which sounds like an old woman's cat.

My testicles
are the fallen breasts of an old woman.

Mimsy Farmer
is a coffee stand in the Russian forest
that I visit
in a thick flannel armor
and turtle shell mask
studded with old Bulgarian amber
carved into tiny children's thumbs.

The name of the prison in which I live
is Ennio Morricone's Walking Cane.

Barf Candles Are Burning My Bangs

curly cannisters are extruded from the pores in its lips
upon which ships are painted lovingly
like brides in veils
hung with the jewelry
of raw-boned sailors

curly cannisters penetrate the sea
their trilobyte eye nozzles like
swivel-headed r2d2 shark's heads
attempting to roto-interface
with the omphalos
of image
with a capital eye

doric: three lonely sailors stand gazing
as if this Tripoli

as if this rising Libyan massif
were coliseum'd
in seemly golems

a hush is gushing
from the rift valley

a sitar is awakening in steaming volcanic meadow

Sinbad shows his tattoo

and written in galactic ink
as if from a wasp not hidden inside
a transparent gelatin gorilla

The gothic word
is sinnbild

the irony
is an allegory

all is iron gore

metal heart city
whose white ash slave center
is pity and pitilessness
locked in carnal embrace

like a razor
and its chin

kung fu
will go mad
in the riverbed

a Kung Fu
that has become
Chief Kickapoo

in freakish octopus gloves
racing to roomonced
among the churly carnisters

Ode to a Phillipian Tuba

If I fart through hovering cubes
of tangled rainbow-colored roses
and make lacquered cherries whose
individual names remind you of
gangsters, you will know I have

'made tuba'

If I sit speaking Spanish to no one
on a hill above Saint John's church,
you will know I have made a piece

'of a piece', and also

tuba, anarchy,

the clumsy way I decide
to air, to break wind
as if the wind itself
were a machine something less
than
my shine

you might heave up
dice-like beads of heavy roses
onto the counter

I found you first
You found me trying

we give the last lessons
the first fallopian
of Ethiopian Phillipinos

shoot

my tusks are wreathed in kissing flowers
and the virgins
that live in my tuba turban rose atrium
sing of a squalid interior of golden
and shimmering blobs of chimes

on strange flexing armatures
they control
with delicate chains
of soft and enduring money

honeyodelisques in a tuba

is a failed orgasm
when something like that
is never for ailing winds
like these

I stand in the corner
until you call me

I am hot for teacher

I am David Lee Roth
dressed as Gainsborough's
Blue Boy, and

to masslessness 'made tuba'
I jump! (punctabula)

durain

in its cauldron of broken call drones
all is light and horses, one doctor,
arcturis, sere ut craw stuck to lack,
narred by luck and the culling ausnor

at end of neck
is orb

orb overflowing
wings

new sigiliads

broken cauldrons
of cold ruins

warm friends
those simmering faces
those spreading and wolfic blasts
bleary like a turban mandible craft's
hovering interstitial victual

orange cube tree
revealing glass thread hyper-pixel

whole image throb
disassemble
disresemble

image
calling
drone

drawn upon the line
its absuprahomoheterodyne

Loathly Palty Pome

Heavy thrang belgia, a loam hat teeters
fuming, conthruming any sticky lipped
goiter cheeked diving bell's whisper

something unknown still slithers here~

say let the mood
say seaweed
rare pink brain brack
in rotten wood

it is un-earthed
again
the earth
or un

its un space
its un time
its un death
its un life
as timeless and mineral expanse

let the anthemic weird
be a lingatickler

or a pita skulling
or a diaphanous school form

a lotus chamber dissolving
foetal parawares

many modern things exist

cloisons

theories of symbolism

monocles

parrots

with all of these things
we conjoin a cabinet

i could give you addresses
for human head pizza ovens
even

or henri

dear

vingt

oma denuditas

they dween a lake
the structure of the lake
is lowering to reveal the structure

newd lack
calling duan

aforgovoril
where the plaited head curls attach
to delicate decision hooks its
whole thrash
is interrupted by the lake which sits
on end the structure
they deween
wenew

denude
dinitude
infinude

their skins could be compressed
or placed beside the virtual buttons
which comprise the surface

any surface it seeks to destroy
or enhance with destructions
or enhancements
any dnu

daisnu
usna
danus
das nodu
nadu nasu
unada nasa
unadrifroma
unadian
nasoo
sunatra
sindirat
od nosi nat
disnadudan

there is chin gravy geode porcelain
made of dancers
there are symmetrical alchemical chin gravy flanges
composed of self-replicating non-repeating torsos

taursos
tauros
danusa
sudanossi
unatra
sudta
tusada
dnadna

a long thin dancer takes a bolt of gravy torsos

like a sticky thumb
there is electric mud

white paddles fur the body structure
and pass the black mark
through its

own pandibles

shrouw'd of towrning

peace of shrew, you one clamponnier,
clancularius and secret bidding hag-taper,
Verbascum Thapsus sorkerell in lapsus,
eschewing peace, ace for spade, or aid
for space, speaking ostentatiously through
the wounding new, its wen denounced
but growing.

shrewish hagiosidere, your flexible and conjoining
mandible helix sub-blossom totem
looks erectile upon the striatal hirnia
now mulling the dew

any alchemical wedding come true
the windows move within the walls
the halls are contorting rhythmically
and constellations of pillows assemble
into gestures of a partial human dancer
in slow and amiable trances
the textures of your skin are derived
by loose arrangements
of soft expediencies

we all know that infinite pillow antlers
might house large mechanical lice
whose cavities are sleep chambers
for giggling and malicious haggadaisies

a buppkiss sweettonsil
eyes the licorice sieve bell muck scoop
louvred skull rafters flex and deflect
any number of random sums
of discarded photonic hamaldianisms
any aeneis quhik to growis

bithe pwit hamartoma
oald and goodsong brikend
to klaire

The Gods Must Be Horny

Three white jelly campers
have parts of a larger Napoleon
that says

eyeball yoyo granny
or she with rutabega slug forearms
evokes svelte disco camper
with jelly bladder relief smearing paddles

A large negro man
is covered in medals

a Bough jangles
under the wait

a thing head stalks a software lens
jelly whatever timeburp unguiculate opposition
or pneumatic reference pressure

pneumatic interferometry
is fearful kissing idgits
counting the daze
zess

horn
frequently
a sort of big
gnurled horn
rotates out from under
a garden of folds and chow dogs

a purple chow dog vegetable helmet piano
runs his hot pink jelly camper's napoleon software cambible
through the dual 'navigation ports'

my labial temple head towel trick

pig furred in worms
medusan pig with embedded worm wig wriggle

if you see a medusan pig
on the road
do not pull your poor K

but grab it firmly by handlebars

these f@ckm@chines
look sexier in full flexure mode

i get dynamite
if somewhat stupid
channels from the exercise machine gods

ou ai po dia

ooo demise
ooo demise
beauty
beauty

languedoc
via
villanova

nono
filial lit
le girl grille

philtre
fritter

and
was
tea

deck
a
dent

need
a
kid

dich
a
din

so well rehearsed
the soft
and gentle
cher rill

monumental
monomental


ou

aye,
podia

Burt Looks At Ernie, Ernie, The Epic Pharaoh

frank bowmen enter the pool
their quivers cocked, their eyebrows
arching lightly

toward the harmonica
sun
is saying

their heads are on backwards

cannot am down
town swage loki
Δαρειος

palatalizing trillions
comes like a robin
sanka h
ood

snoooze
forsooth
this
Semiramis

This Horus of the nigh high eye
its long white angular plane
is the rising

creche
endo
unda

note wad dune
net worth dhuni

who can know
the nameless yogi

each breath
encrypting
incorruption

's
detach
able
penis

frank bowmen enter the pool
like children

Salome' is not something old
but takes up jam heads

sparkling
heavy
glitter infused
industrial lubrication

A Poem From my Wife, Kara Quarles [unaltered]

Time is passing as if we first saw each other in the
17th centuy and we'll meet again in the 23rd

the junk sails into the Formosan harbor
dragons at the gate snort and smell
and tell us if we are behaving incorrectly

Yushan mountain peaks out of the clouds a
distant mist from T'ai-tung harbor

we will meet at the Chulu beauty hotel
sipping silver needle yellow tea
and Lu Zi will mingle well with the neighbors

we will see each other again in a little while
while the bamboo quakes and the
tea steeps

little cups left on the wooden bench on the veranda
overlooking the harbor from the Chulu beauty hotel
you in rough sandals, me in white socks

time is passing as the tea steeps and the junk sails out again
into the water
the dragons look up toward the veranda and on the lingbi stone nearby there is a small engraving that says
he, jing, yi, zhen

Birth Rattle

There is a blind girl in a meadow
whose shoes are brown

mental potty
is the searching bear
sad trick-a-gnosis
hat-a-pork-pi
non-Russian
lady
speaks of confusion.

Martha Stewart's
devastatingly messy
chow explosion
massacre
travesty

I am wrong
I am wrong
and I hyrt alot
because my hirn
is associated with
advanced cellular
anotomy
blindness

good girl
giddy coil
gaudy curl

gradient crawl

I am trapped inside
some incidental culture
as if I were the filling
the filing
and the philiontic
phradecimalleus

I come up
on some laundry
I think, this is somebody elses
best shirts and stuff
and dirty sides

puffy
in pictures
sometimes
I look
dynamite

sometimes
a blind girl is the me
I visit with

this seems permanent
and I wish there was a proper
piece of clothing
a religious or sacred shoe

some young teenage boys
who have never smoked
and never will

are skating
a kind of big, concrete

pleasure vagina
and there is music

like circus music

a think like a pa
starts embroidering skulls
with a heavy titanium

needle

Love Poem #1: We are Eternally Meeting in the Sky, and Giving our Perfect Signs

[You can imagine a teddybear with a real human tongue.]


I thought of us
as God's favorite
little people
even though
we were giants.

I thought of us
rowing

in a dark slipper
to lute
under catacombs
in the ancient and buried stomach
of the city

our kisses ornamented
by batwings of smoke

NO!
Aphrodite!
Aphrodite!

OUTSIDE!
OUTSIDE!

In the everlasting apple blossom collonades
we would wax our hotrods.

NO!
and If I said..

you'd say

nana
I'd say
nana

We are too close for words
too far

but in a perfected arrogance
our entanglement
is the surety

of our species' muscular vanity

the sun
like a drum
in our scrubadub
hips..

It IS bad poetry, but we made it,
and we like it
we like it alot (cuss cuss usa)


..
This is supposed to be a good Sun Ra song
like the ones we know together

I cannot think of anything more epic

alive
and beautiful

and this is important

than us.

It isn't public, never will be.

It's as secret
as secret can get.

and also
purple.

PLUS PLUS PULSING SUPPET

phliphoph they laid,
and where their angry
hoofpeds spattered, a
peace knot welled,
a sliphknoth gathered

torn in the mangled thighs
of the grasses, a thing-thyne,
a fleesh ruuine,

umbilical root skull
heavy like a sponge stone
blood-botched,
erapunctival

and phliphoph
like a sack
was murmured to

infinity as a gap
within its own silence

a strangling
and a shame
to shine more brightly

that thing sun
of memory
drooling tools

the fitting
conclusion

concussion


noise sucking knock

all phliphoph

all was

seer's weary la

diamond
chaos
harpoon's

cheap
elastic
leftover

Flad Merini Delta Paste

laut tree mont
laut ray mount

SM

As S is mist
And M is take
and talkies
proliferate

a pure roe
in life's errata

serrating
where the heart's
surplice
sages
usurplusage
usurplumage

magic saggies
are loathe to kiss

white magma
in hovering chandeliers
whose attendant
and amorphous fuzz bots
attend with unknown machines

the feathers
which are cities
of knowing notes
glowing motes

winged words
whose progenies
cluster in fluted

and extruding
orachestral rulings

justice
takes

blind music

polar regions
now inhabited

by exquisite
and intrepid sciences
clad in teddy-bear like
survival suits

asking

how jaunty
is the light
furthering

meekonos

meek coney
mi oeconomos

mecha nomos

summoning

Litigation With Disembodied Control Mechanism

toppling
toppled
not-toppled

M
movable.

Sigma
3.

Variation
~
Penalty.

Topp~led
Bott- - - follow

[om]

dysjuntave OZ

03
or Ozone

Upper layer
Reflective layer

eats rubber
eats siliconey

silly coney

Tricks
are the tea
in Ricks

Boss Stone
T P-Arty

negative C
upper level.

Somebody is booing me.
Boo

is ghost wit

a hand held up to the temple
there is no relation
but a symbol

lens
and
lines

"Borrows"

being arrows
of control.

In Pit's Cairn Trials The Crimea To Comfort The Gesyne

Aye, Pen Ogrio,
breing of stound edwhined
dost fallopia engull

a diagram of bird kidney
goat wing, or

that which is unshaven
and landed
unto the gently
rheos sun knock curring

O pale slipper!
ye whose slippage
is the equivocating sum
of hovering fur blobs
lightened by titanium abs

abs solute
volute
and dolmen's tier

ling
langsam

white marble coliseum
whose crinoline of radium
coriolis
stealths much mot tin
t'ought

or ringing
within the chaosm.

O brooding mnemnotechnik!
,am,
whose entrained pseudi~ cad meums
muse towards
an all-engulfing mea surety,
a musty and woggling topostomy
illaminating
the striata whose abs tracted
stoma
must kynik to fie

tax-water ever bozo
red nose
worn by a ready
gnosystemenos

veined glass knife
whose blood suck
sponge handle

is the cock
on a night bath's
slighter gesine

the childbed's
blind and rowing

be~ard wavelet condensation

kunstriversial

totally anemic
chimes the enemy
of Wales

BURTON
tranny
Ka'aba

Why do lambs shatter
on impact with the earth

only chemistry speaks
only emotion bleeds

the lost people
Leopard society (go).

If I fall down into that
inky abyss
If I have fallen even further

that abyss is love
is you

the hardest hammer
the coldest night

whatever horror complexity
reveals

the aqueous and haunted
equation quilted cabinet

pillow book our bridle

i step forward
chance piercing

open another drawer

no wise
now eyes
mount
mint

besieging the hylloch

[hyle, ach (shrugs)]

Following The Public Dictums, I am Pointy to Fun

FUSHION

Wot cd show
that such detection
may be possible
with a reengineered metal protein that binds
to DNA only in the presence of uranyl cautions.

No hook, no memristor raptor to pupil
any I. I am fod,
and FOD is the 'food-blok-of-consciousness' trapped
in its hotel room.

Hotel room

whose fungus mouth guard is 600 dollars
in whose revelry the double-jointed furniture bathes

CIEL

flipper flaws
which come from much swimming and work
and battles for 'mother-food-real-blok'
toward the CIEL
of conscious and foetal weatherwomen.

Weather lady

I am retaining my excitement
inside of my own 'reel-bloch-of-food'

Rebellion
Rebulliant

Red Bull Ant

You take the mule
whose towering cluster of drums
is a column
whose sonic potential
daredevil birds bang into lovingly
and then get inscribed

BOMPO
my cave uncle cousin

you are also a school for the deaf
and the sound of deaf speakers
is the bridge of orchids
whose dangling pouch cafe' lovers
coo
and consciously emulate
the white fires of heaven

SNOW

is white fire
is rain burning non-aztec spinner-spam
i forget

mail call
is the sungulars

ATLATCHINOLLI

skinless rabbit scribe
they shun you
because you make excuses
for your errant pen

you know your head is damaged
but
we have tried to remember certain rules
to get along

we know also
there are organs

ORGANS

of popcorn
which process
even the nudest weatherlady
mounted by whatever

DIANA-DIONYSUS

liana psi suss

looser
bigger

i get obsessed
and then feel
tons of weird useless guilt
forever
like a scar

i can't drive

Tables Turned, Meal Now Winning Mean Meanders' Weening

Came bridge, came pont
Came weevil, came haunt

Brigg brag garbing rag nibbles..

How luminous the dark!
How folding, and
luxuriant
this inner simplicity.

I do not wake now
but blindly fold

I take a number
and wait to be served

by the blizzard
behind the counterings