Doing Bong Hits With Tennis Players

or it's some din g
interior
hordes of sweet intelligent monkeys
the size of mice
rearranging the furniture we're in
fluff
the mayor is singing
some mexicans are outside
jumping their pick-ups into the air
way too high
their ladies are not mice
somebody
maybe there's no mexicans
I can't tell if they're mice
you throw a beanbag through
a hole to duck the sitter
all the sitters now already
ducked and see
it's a toga party, brown jug, mag wheel, brown jug,
mag wheel,
but the monkey mice are making
themselves into a golem

like ideology is a porn-golem
a topos of hats in a circus of taints

a man in a top hat
and a gray mice coat
little pink rubber faces
make the lapels
i get a phone call

she's having lunch
with an indian tennis player
and there is a thing on the wall
like a flesh interface in relief
thumbs and chins, washboard
torsos reworked as faces
having a private conversation
with Christopher Walken
as Colonel Angus

I love Colonel Angus
roce of white mise say dat

jumping pick up trucks
way in the air

miso in lamb chair lamp
do not scalp children
alaska
underwear

hanging man watch fob
with silver erection (election)

the charles river moves
as any river of chandiliers
as any train of mineral chandiliers in the sky
swarming with mouse birds
with short stubby spoons of gas

and just its feet to enter the shell
like doctor do little

we select the cartier-bresson
which best selects our daughter's
tennis player

she owns six:

An Indian
A little Mexican Tennis Star
A Ruminating Gypsy Tennis (ears too big)
A Cowboy Tennis Star
A Mandarin Tennis Star (Old School with Jade racket and long skirt)
and some other one

a fat little woodchuck tennis star
with a star in its forehead
made of little mice

plug-and-play
jumping trucks
into old chicken coops
down home
workin' on the farm

it's easy to replace a head
with a foot

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