Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Geoffrey Lehmann. Banking. Studebaker.
a hobbled thing has wings
that pee n their weenie roast
the statue that looks as if
it'd been made classic by the unconscious
and marketed by lysergic intronics
yap yap ions look weird
as mexican masks
for volkswagen robots
my nipples wear masks
because their brains
are refried beans
just come in from Czargasso
Bizarrgasso
Ray Bizarrgasso
get shots in stomach
get frightened of raccoon
watch out for opossum
rune
rune
rune
cultists
with colored cigarettes
run the pipe organ contract
for the silent theatre's
pattern orgasm
Annabelle Serpentine Dance
Rudolph Valentino
as if the whole earth
is just some run
in the metaversal
stocking
having a pile
of burning Jack Kirby
monster kittens
fall out of its
oral jugular
maw
wriggling
spatulate
freak kettle hands
all politics is
is a form of
sculptural tension
or maybe like a regulatory doodad
that itches like a
renaissance dolphin wig
Dom DeLuise
turing
Torino
in Mustang Java
like Sam Weller
making bubbles
in his master's honor,
John Ruskin
and Walter Benjamin
as underage sex kittens.
All things
are alien to materialism,
even materialism.
"Bitch Talk"
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