Diamonds in its Cheese Brows

In dappled soda minutes, the glom
would terrestrian sidewalk
to Modigliani's head house hideaway

I will see your six-foot long cucumber
and raise you
as a girl

glossy black
hard shelled
demon skull
range rover

under the dapple of the animated
holographic credit card trees
my lover came to me

passing speed of sound
zippy rodlets through multi-purpose
orificial syndicalism

head
dress like
porcupine
of peace pipe

hard
white cue
ball eyes
number fives

eyes in palm
pilot's
psalms of napalm
lipicabbage

nostrils
extruding
brain fang columns
with stretchy nippilene
cortilecty

for she-shy
am-bi-huppa-boo-haha
say toulouse lautrec brand
running shoe
i do you

you are heavy
in this freaky wicker basket
on a telescopic javelintenna

but your steaming collander jowls
get my taint spaghetti flowing

hot purple taint spaghetti
squirts out into my sizzling beaver-tailed
tap-dance-skillet heels

ippi-bo-luka issa bissa

Charo

Modigliani mate with Charo

offspring lives in replica

of femur bone

lives like the duc d'Orleans

Is the inside finished?
Is the outside?

If you think it's funny to see
a little guy, a painter
dressed from head to toe
in white

but with a little dog penis hanging out,

"Wild Redpea is its name."

Gentlemons,
please light
your pee-pee
pipes,

A powdered amoeba wig
is hovering in the

sky - mola - bakery