More Beatnik Poems From Time / Life Magazine.

They will take us, Cassandra,
to live in an old shack by the sea,
and to make bongo drums
for their bad alien renditions of
Tennessee Williams.

And although I, too, often hear
that trifid triffid buzz, that
tripartite rhyparography in your
Lycophronic larynx when you
tryspurrt, I have trained
myself to

bongo albino iguana mocha
in night like palm sugar lips

and when your blood is flashing
Agamemnon Bowie, and when your
Clytemnesting bongo

triffid larynx, wot

Vin Mariani
Pope Leo says, drink
Vin Mariani

Miami style
and when you, Cassandra
are played by Lizzy T.
and I, Oedipus, are played by
Dick B.

like
our feet
are like really sawed off

for alien dig
coffee-style
mermaid

Eden Ahbez
Oz beast
Bouche'-Leclerq relates
like relates it, man,

This whole bit here
was like a violation
of your inclination, dig?

And in the glen of Ausonia
he shall stand like a colossus
resting his feet on the boulders,
the foundations of Amoebeus,
the builder of the walls,
when he has cast out of his ship
the ballast stones.

heavy.
like the exile
of the calcium people
is the evolution
of bone

of red skeletons
reading butterfly wing
books with capillary
rum

But I dig
the collossal Amoebeus.
I dig red elastic bones
of star-fire sambal.

I dig sweet brown bulldog amoeba
of alien vegetable
come to table
bristling in langue-flea.

Yeah.

And dig:

And the Phrygian, avenging the blood
of his brothers, will sack again the land
that nursed the ruler of the dead, who in
loveless wise pronounces relentless judgement
on the departed. He shall spoil the ears
of the ass, lobes and all, and deck
his temples, fashioning a terror
for the ravenous blood-suckers. By
him all the land of Phlegra shall be
enslaved and the ridge of Thrambus
and spur of Titon by the sea and the
plains of the Sithonians and the fields
of Pallene, which the ox-horned Brychon,
who served the giants, fattens with his waters.

Like
Stone baby
peepee
olive oil.

like demonkinder doodad hodad
pinch mega-loaf in weird garden
display modules

conical brain herms
glow with runic electron
hologram soda
rising like fright wig
hovercar juju

These aliens sure know how throw
a shindig.

THAT IS FUNGUS, HOUSTON.
that is~

toad esk ka din, dig
dig peepee underworld
of transparent amber rodent lung
made condo

of pineal balloon house
spraying ariagami glider poems

eden, you ah-beast
yyoouu aahhaaaaahaha

house
like
polka-dot
banana peel

slip
lippery
liver re
loppery
lope

Now are we, like,
"locked up in some twittering language"
?

twits
are wits
are all
light
anyway

bow
before
simple
cooing amoeba
your way rad
momdad hod-dud

pride fudd

hey, it's cool,
like ox-horned Brychon's bladder
is large

chang lang
in tri-cycle
were-house

make mocha
in deep cool ocean grotto
talking to myself

Cassandra
in spinning Gysinian
dreamachine
tube-dress
and tube hat

Triffid Herodotus Wittgenstein
Think mermaid java
think

four-skull
jaw-hopper
give odd
wa-agon wryde,
dig, digkana..

however language dust
must hook onto the world

like

nude F
nude T
nude L

!O~O!
--/--
^^^^^
- v-

Cassandra, lets crawl back into
our cellphone hammock

and let the iguana
opera opera coca loca

rum ricky

earth bone
stoned

let's let hamburgler
tend the eternal flame
of Zorroasper
while Apollo
eats hiss snake riddle
chorus-zone

We need more, like,
Beatnik poems

from Time / Life
Magazine

Black turtle
ascend crimson
noh mask

underground
skylight