Songs From An Old Crisco Box: Global Metaphors Redux

a young bolivian amoeba sips mate'
through the antenna of its blackberry
mate' gourd

char-latte'-ning along
on a llama in red silk bishop's fetish

the story of Don Quixote'
tries to download itself through
one of his ancillary nipple gourd arrays
but is rebuked
by a german proto-saint
decked out in numinous seahorses wearing
cowboy hats made of strawberry meats

the amoeba
becomes
an amorphous bolivian pan
singing a song
of lost civilisations

of a certain civilisation
that just left its trash laying around

then later
it watched a mountain lion
made of steamed nipple foam exudate'

enter an old crisco box

There 'is found
a stone Inca rubix cube
with quipu nipple cord pull strings
for hotty-potty songalong

That same young amoeba
had once been a hotty in the sky city of vericruth
where it had painted

a nude picture of Princess Leaah
whose nipples

were chess-pieces

one black
one white

bishops

'a data-squirt is a thing of beauty'
-Jackson MacLow in County McLatte'


He'd usually say something like

I imagine 3PO
as a capuccino dunking bot
howling out in 15 languages
as he melted

chocolate circuitry
garbling the usual

sunrise
of

NT

INTEL is UP!

ONE THOUSAND HOGSHEAD SHAPED TOBACCO FLAVORED CELLPHONE MEERSCHAUM SYRINGAS
COMES TO

L'AMERICA