Love Under Will Shall Be The Laudanumberrors

its collars love loping
down the chest like a swiss cheese
to give upon the holy burlesque
rondures in efficacy
to wit
the rogogo age

eggs come out pressed like I-beams
from the crab extruder shell parasols

a sun
made from a crab

a living parasol
feeding upon the head
of our lord
a weirdly numb object
somehow screeching through
the shoes

the knuckles drag, yes
but the knuckles themselves
exquisitely designed

like ploughs
making butt cutters
of the sanscitmonious

the largest pyramid of pink soap on the earth
is very small

the largest acid shag dirigible house
not yet

holding a tea mug
to the corpse of Grieg.

His chest full of junk,
gold-fish swimming stupidly
in the giant hollow glass halo
called a toroid
which we now

give the
ominous notissery

terroid
turnoid
touroid
tauroid

door rot
graphomane d'pr

you can see the designers chuckling out

expanded metal dishware for hobos
inflatable bank-outs
that at least allow everyone
to get a plastic cup

a toy horse
was the trojan latex
who knows what gets generated from anything
but by the weird ass smell

it makes later

When good chief holy
stand in corner
counting

hide
will
go
seek

poona