I Give You Head In A Dirty Landmine

Glass earcorn may sprout
where the clapping of hands
sends its jive electric
motor wing ici finit
la sentimentalite'

a lad cradling his bear
floating lost
on the ocean
in an old iron bell

Dave Bowman
buying ice cream
inside your movie
left with actual
aliens

illuminated floors
of spooky galactive disco
before the invention
of the screw

before
the Bee Gees
entered old Japanese
folk tales to escape
from clapping hands
acid ivory reflux

thing mind
drowns in rampant applets
lad cradling his bear
in syncopated sonorous whirlwinds

gradually
virmament

egepy
blissfulhed
bride
cannibal

Mark's bad breath
or the boots
of the tennis mornings

who does not remember
Vir non omnino stupidus

J the T

water

sprite