Mensis is the cruellist thought, breeding
Vril out of the weirdist land, mixing
transparency and desire, stirring
Dull moots with spring pain.
Winter kept us horned, covering
Earth in a forgetful drug, feeding
A little fife to live tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the hippystainsynthmingy
With a shower of aerosoul; we stopped in the wild colonnade,
Diogenes now a cephalophore with afrosnakes-piñata-spankings
And went on in crude blacklights, on into the arsgarden, yaya'd
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour on a cellphone
Across the wireless network to some weirdo
In another country, vrilman@litauen.com
Who said it's finally the cherry-flavored eyeball quest
For Licorice lab.
Hairless transparent ether cats will give him
the external amoeba stomach fer sure:
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
"I will show you retarded bong-babies of the eighties
doing wack mac doodles."
