Ruined green cathedrals, bathing beauties, and sea-going sculpture, all disconverge on scruple-tongue.

steak sweet

potato wellness formula

kleenex soup kombucha

in strabusiness

I found myself

a mustache curler

demos to demos

for our cave-wry'd wigging

a crock o'dilator

to confound

the narrowing

phanero-fen

psibyllization

chest case

basket case

in rough carpets

the sliding remains

faux-vision fades

its colors moving brighter

I have bring-ed mother

again

she prefers the live icon

to television

a crude waiting it seems would cruel

the harness of good huihuizenga

a great fellow

donating honorable zings

to the high hound

the speaking shadows

the fleece warrens

crackling with electric

wheezing hoods

shrouded pillars

awake

and spin

accelerating

to think, it all started with herm

(...)

L

"tripping mews"

Diogenes first conceived of the lantern

in the dream of a satiate horse

this plume will be my goose-egg

he cried

for my twin erection lies

at the crux of strabismus

and schitzopodality

"I am the way beyond the crab-people.."

and so then

the sea witch put her neck

in the heavy jet black torque

her neck claws

accessing controls

pulling up view screens

etc

rows and rows of digital

flip-top cauldrons

bubble bubble toil and double

0101110100101011100

my wound must breathe in thicket

where punctum arcs a shadow

only resonyms will tame

what wormius knew

was only tithes

to water

in magesty

I may not block the illegible curse

but its glue will purple

as a sheet

never touching my sacred brow

the tail of the world

is a dancing spew

psyllipsussed

J-o-y-L-j

V

this beard of pipes

can never remain

purely a spectacle

The camera is not your fault,

nor your earthquake

I can see I'm going to have a lot of work today

inside the creased piano ledger

(what he is really saying is):

young women on the banks of the seine

about to be attacked by a light saber

Romanticism's new digs

may only be entered through a star-shaped mirror

you know you have won

if you are wearing custom

moccasins 

I refuse to eat "smoke turtle" with you!

5000 more ping pong tables please

and include the REQUISITE 

spoon paddles

and napkin scorecards

I picked a bad place

to become a living icon

again

glass nipples

are the most beautiful

and chickens are alaways trapped unside

it perfumes

necessity

Celadon, you are awakening

to Celadon.

this final hyphen will allows us

to scale the walls of reason

and reach the infinitely closed

beyond

When I mimic a blood waterfall

your image mimics

a trembling

as an erotic nun

I entered the republican party

declaring justice for plebs

and hot lice

for hit parade head sores

syntaxis

works for modernism

but will openly reveal

its primitivist tendencies

under close scrupulotion

fig lute

sweetly beckons

to groves

of green tapestrions

BACK SYNTHAUR!

meat chess

as developed

by picnic ted

TED POSITIVE WORK HOLE

and to think

duchamp was the man beside you

i feel lazy 

in all the former

dimensions

Duchamp appears on the ancient tokens

as the yogic lord

or tamer of beasts

as an architect

I worked with birds

to aid in the design

of my sea-going

capital

what is it for

anyway?

If you will just put the napkin in your mouth

your head may work a bit better

I get along with the idea of painting.

and sometimes

a nose-flute

will surprise you...

The Case of the Garrulous Gambler

storage
and
retrieval
are
like a kung fu
bean

snatch the tiny shoe
from my hand
dennis hopper

snatch the heavy
stone shoe
from my head
green grasshopper

snatch
the heavy bean shoe hand
dennis grass menace
hopper, edward

auto-asphinxiate
the stone grasshopper
shoe
with tiny hand
kung fu

bee hatch
hod beach
detach
the tiny raisin
from my forehead
chemo-wabi-sabi

keyhole
the rainbowl snatch
meine kleine
baby shoe kindergryllus
bean head
dennis hopper

blue velvet jellybean
snatch

kung fu me
tiny
heavy stone
grasshopper shoe
your bee-snatched raisin
strikes
like a fang in the night
like a spirit camel

weaving the guardian owls
out of plenti-putti
snatch

the storage
and retrieval
Dionysus the menacing
cephalophore

do not snatch the bean
but hold gaze
eternally
watch the thin clean gland blade bold
it watches you
from inside
its pale gelatin shoe

and turn
to the grassy delirious hips
your wild scarred forearms
your symphonic webarrays

make lightning
from your scars

The Word 'Monstre' Appears 11 times in the Collected Works of Chaucer.

the beatitudes of copying

also project

a thin black skeleton key tree shadow 

whose indexical phallynx

summons no simple irony

but a multitude 

for the gnarstyx'd pluromatongue

is a hordespace

and though we contemplate it lovingly

and lilt ourselves languidly in streams of soft petallings

the burning solar rose is hung in a black iron coppice

whose hacking litany of vortle

chuffs no only glad roundurance 

as Nachtschitzeus said

Be Fortful

and multiply the framings

and found a bliss, a bliss-surd of ceremonial doorways

down and back into the throes

of lost plazas

of mythical reading

a scrim before the hot machinery of love

to harvest the genius

of its radiant

and white hot stamen

fate's chthonic punetym

become all consumthing

yesmage

uniformlessly bewildering

the open sky

conceiling

engravelatours

leavened by graven

banderoles

whose masque

is the greening

single

pense bête

for though I walk

through the valley of antennae

I shall fear no telephone

and hair no diatribe

my Pan

and my snake

do confront me

and my scrybus fang

will haunt

the paper of the whordethicket

forever

my hard black ebony eyes

rolling freely

loosed from a punctual heading

and all things shall be brought together

a soft bodice

cupped in a black lightning

of wild cold magma

in song

an heroic pinprick

sanguid round 

a blind koine

O Knossos!

When frail Garamanteans

arrived in tunnels

your Minotaur has so declared:

all totality springs from supplementarity,

all grace confined

lo, my calembour

is a drawing,

a sucking at the fount

of your wound,

my displacement

perhaps

the 'one that stands by you'

is a camouflage

for empty shelves,

a poim of Stella

to the MERRKFEST

of apple vey

consider the statutes of the feel

do they not sleep as stones

in the bowels of buddha's foot

does not a cold nimbus of dreaming coinages

awaken all combination

to mutilate the dance

let mother heal

her token's 

garden

goiter

for the where the lamprey

candles

the hand must hold

a cup

whose haecceity

deus hex

wills adam

a descent in turns

to even

the plug

or the scrim

or the feel

4014, 4414, 4404, Rue Eggsilly

there is a weirdly homogenous substance, baby

there is a weirdly homogenous substance, sugar

None of my models can correct or guess!

In the long winter

my own stupefying nudity

has become your clothing,

now will you play

Handel's Sarabande

again, my dear,

and this time,

with a little more

'groovitas'

no sense

in chattering wrongly

when it takes away

no one's rights

The subject much loin to recognize

that his unconscious is his history,

a golden eleven-vater monster,

bugs bunny teeth

but Oedipedagogy

needs my

socratiser

and so ends the treatise

leaving each moment

in its own all deforming

and performative

punctum

the subject as the quill

of the objective

departure

the triple muse

as ascendant

as writ mine auctour called Lollius