Freud Lives in an Emerald Rectu called "Teget-Agric-Suff"

labrat unimurks
the mark's irony's
lateenibopper

the malabathrum you speak of bringing
is
this island's plenty

i have a disturbing dream
of a hero-like killer
named sam 'good-luck in poetry'
the tale of the ship-wrecked sailor

he holds up a pieces
of focaccia bread
eventually

i get it [charm]
'ambiguous snake'

foe caught ye
or whatever
i'm not in the mood

i descend through the
hydra lieutenant's
totally baggy boss-maker

it gives onto a vista
of boss-maker:

but man
is already stubbed out
cigarette pug elbow thumb
head for hire etch gas
or dirty deed

between the walls are vitamins
horace's art poetry
poultry and frizzled hens
guinea forests
clad in trash fops
and frisket moneys
sam says

'where do i begin?'
i'm not in the mood
Gauguin chicken wallets
and out comes the human-headed
snake-god

i am mood
doom
Ramses, the Crate.

the dome of all modes
aurea domea
dome of the roc
and the core of all things

rotten
like
eternity

sam
milks its bookcase
ruining every ditty
i share

he murks the mark
he arks the irk
he boats the robots

trappidly
and without
coovex

sam is a little coobird
a hundred age
wheeled green elephant palm
in which the magnificent
spider-yogi

builds

cathedral tooth computer for
Busy Cedra, the parsley rabbit
princess

Sinbad smoothly transfigures
into Loma 1 moving like a wind lass
through the skeletal foosball
Oannes

golden rivers of rose plaque
converge on a crag of choral
melancholancthonblist for
bodding prudrid yelkts on
metal lily balconies, yo ming
in the total economy
they give eyeballs,

and ration
the cast--->

lion's looking
on wawat?


~Erogrottis~



image titled _Reference_ by Jim Brossy