Dynamite Odalisques of the Revolutionary Age (Reading Ian Hamilton Finlay as Stationary Peripatetic Barrel Sarcasm)

So you brought me another of your snowglobes with a cobra inside?

Just put it over by the Victrola, kid.. 

Absolute perversity never begs, but it might pretend to.

My name is Vanessa Place, and I sho am gonna whoop you up sum that goood old writin'

and readin' Oooo weeee...

Grandpa. 

Burt Reynolds studies Alchemy in New Zealand.

fluke fair, and light traveling kinder beneath the waters

over white sands

to ruggled boots

and spotted stones

hands in mittens 

of liver gas

mostly erect to the violin case,

drowning in crushed pearl dust,

the lacquer

laminar

soda of facts

a aqua qua uroa, aro uru, a boulder, a doulde or blud den,

the grotto widening grin potter's wimming

omment see

What if Babylon had ended in a single unifying language.

Imagine there's no heaven.

There really isn't.

But.

another pimply writing thing.

The Ambassador of Penang

will take flour ghost garden

to meet flying head witch.

Andy Warhol of the French Revolution in Indonesia.

hmm, snowability.

Kudzu

is becoming a deluxe poem,

like thousands of severed green tiny heads

dancing around my head in the air

while I

reveal the small azuki bean

of my garment.

Brown tastes like mongoose granite

Gray like pimpled writer's silk

"Sense Meteorology"

One final distinction:

Jean-Paul Marat was an alchemical figure called

"The Red Capped Woman of Pleasure"

and Charlotte Corday an alchemist

who died performing a penis called

"The Book of Days"

I touch you

with my

Gondwana.

Halloween

for cheap

lovers.

Freud is hiding behind your curtain, but you can see

his "shoose".

You can see whiff 'is shewse..

garbonzo dreams

of sweet tahini

and flamingo

makes a staircase

of crimson dawn.

World War I.

World War Kafka O'Hara III

from Rags to Richelieu

or whatever.

New York as Bong hit.

Post-Apocalyptic Mahjong

comes

the writer's workshop.

It's nice.

You make a nice clean product right out of your body.

I don't want them.

I want them.

I don't want him to have them.

I have grass.

Peace Maids.

I am getting better

at shading

maidens.