Bruce Andrews: The Sound of Music is Blonde Robot Fungus

ca-ve-ca-nem-pa-i-nth-i-ng

his muslin jewelry legs
are carving canoes again
and the pitterpatter of urlinks fills the heir
O
who harbors bingo ping pong balls enamored
with graphemes of smudgy graphite
how do you know when my birthday is
Karen Black
your mother just died
on stage
during reentry
into stasis

are they stay at home haters
or haters who go out and protest
the hater haters who go
we love but hate

YOUR MOUTH
inside this GODDAMNED JOB I GOTTA RUNN
eefa eiffel joshel joshi

i quit neon bratcher branch
dual kiosk of oily flowing sea horse sponge

hold up the never ending kunst ken tea
sea horse sponge that flows eternally
sea horse sponge that flows musk oil
onto your plump bruce andrews barret watten
monologue encampments

wattles and barons
appear from the muskmelon tents
pulling up their trouserlodions
with melon colored hands

air is a melon colored hate retrospective
through pure piano emotions
also way jive beauty in the EU

ancient camelids
contemporary camel eyelids
like camellias
running to ground

Abraxas hushed Iriquois
remain gaping
in the huge transparent glass teepee

lavender leathur
lavendur leathur

lavender lava
endure

Hawaii
with only pink tapirs
made of melon genitalia