Thursday, February 23, 2012

Chandu, The Brigolure...







The razzle dazzle maggots are summarily
Tattooing my Simplicissimus with peaches all over
Performing mountains of sativa leave cities all high
Let's use skirts for lampshades, or decorate balloons of armadillo hide
O good Smorgy's bored of lazy couples fucking atop yak centipedes
We're looking for new things to paint from old issues of WEIRD MYSTERIES,
1952, I know what I love, It's commercial variations!
Bloom, Norman Bluhm! Eduard Thöny paints such pretty pictures
Of the Amritsar massacregesture, deep blue aquamarine brains
Are lifted up dripping from golden platters,
The naked Maja must be washed with d'intelligent sponges,
Lingering on symbolism with a chow's phloxish tongue
While Marjorie Perloff juggles flaming apples
With prehensile jugs declaiming Mardis Gras theeeems:
APPLES LIGHT FIRE DANCES (she has a Cantinflas mustache)
THE NEW MICHELIN MAN IS MADE FROM RAZZLE DAZZLE MAGGOTS!
Sewn hee togethah like a Frankenstein of albino tripe-tires
Yudeee! They have painted the sealing of my hearth..
Is love more than peace? Or is peace more than love? What is
A Moor? I see hard crystal warriors riding hard crystal bats
As a picture painted by a big-faced man in a crumpled hat
With a triangular monocle. He proudly flies
The BRI-COLEUR! RHODOFERAX co-mammon-audacia..

GOOD LORD, DID I GET HYDROFLUORIC ACID ON MY SKIN!
I have removed the tiny golden mirror veneer
from the quartz porthole coin
where the plasma tongue
is viewed.