Monday, October 18, 2010

Pain Grabber! Do Anything With Hovering Lantern Platforms!

leper peppers
them to call a sky platform over to sweep it
no page but in the standing
these letters are led
onto a sky platform

some letters chew gum
read newspapers
walk in ever-widening gyres until

lepus stele
the black chrome transparency units
self-arrange into stream viabilitease
one palm
with five tongues
each tongue with a faux
silver fingernail
like a cuff-link
piercing the tip

of the browser people's
air curtain spheriod

some letters chew sheriods
into pierced gum platforms
which they eject like tongues
streaming

faux fire or fuaxe
as in

"It wields the mighty FOO-AXE,
and slices the head off whole leaving it alive
and the neck hole a nub of squirming onionworms
or faux curtain spheriods today
in the browser people's

curtain wads

a human cuff-link
head goes through button hole
little knees bend out like pipe cleaners
to hold the cuff

the shirt
made from a belly rumble
a giant green glass tapir skeleton
with an oversized black chrome human skull unit cupola
and the whole thing fleshed in

a/v balloon pixel machines
"It wields the mighty FOO-AXE,

but it does not have
a button to close quotation
there is no closing it.

period.

it speaks
it spakes
it spraykes
it squeaks
its quakes
its made from a belly rumble
leper peppers
them to call a sky platform over to sweep it
no page but in the standing
these letters are led
onto a sky platform

The Rainbow Yeti
with big silver sunglass

is there to braid
your squirming meme puppy chains
into plaint songs

GONG LAUNCHERS!
GONG LAUNCHERS!

its head like a rubber pebble salt shaker
coming in from the flappy salloon doors

alls webby
stern

violem

2 comments:

  1. a human cuff-link
    head goes through button hole
    little knees bend out like pipe cleaners
    to hold the cuff

    I could learn to love
    these little guys, I could
    take one home


    if my home were not being torn down around me


    but they won't mind, I wager

    WV strazed

    PS. Lanny, deconstruction and strickenness have made a stranger of one, but aye, 'tis time now to testify that you have the most beaut-e-ous home page in the Aetherworld.

    Hail!

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  2. you sweety! well, if i could get it write i'd just be up or down an other's wrong, and let's face it

    farm hung bell rung
    with the gnur and fiss
    of cuss
    en suc

    chez!

    xoxox
    lq

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