If Ought With That Little Teeming Substache, The All Of It May Fitly Like Your Grace

you accrue the haiku focus

and it turns your self around

that's what it's all about 

Queen Pasiphaë

will see you now, 

in the bronze room...

The totality of labor

inordinately renders Jacques

an absurd duelling of passionate buoys

and so hearken

to the dwelling

that you would not shame

the mother snake

of the om-phallus.

by the power of grey skull

and project blue book

by Pierre Louÿs

 La Conque and Astarte

at sweet sixteen

I entered the tikki kibbutz

in search

of the final erotic commonstrance

I used to use a throwing spoon, but later bumper cars,

we were very happy,

and poor, 

we had the midas touch.

If I was not Obama, I would like to Elizabeth Taylor

in tight buckskins

making a film about the rise of the 

MOUNDBUILDERS!

The reality is that consciousness itself is

kitsch, or glitsch, or economics, or semiotics,

or poetry, ohh fuck it.

So you finally came around, and it is sickening,

Futurism is all furniture and games.

There were a lot of men, actually, who went the way of 

Dostoevsky.

The brown lamb wanders the seashore,

and the wine of eye, ocks a terrible

and beautiful sea. 

In my first delirium, hope led me

to a stone callous

which had a center

like a pale and perfumed

chartreuse oyster

which we had much trouble

entering

with our stiff stone swim fins

embossed with the face of 

liening.

I have come.

I am the baguette,

and the apercu.

Touch me 

and dowsing.

Every balcony

is its own reward.

Only embrace

the ideology

of the unimpeded view.

As a child, my pilgrimages

were always to meet

with Herr Doktor Doolittle..

Pain beseethe a camera, but as my chymera comes

so sphinx come, 

so rectification answer

the ground mantic poulice.

Every instance of the word ghost

I changed to desert,

and every instance of the word desert,

I changed to ghost, but 

suddenly there was a light:

I WAS LOST!

only unbilled expediture has sufficient spontaneity

and centrifugal force

to escape the gravitational field of avarice

its calculus

YOU ARE TRAPPED IN INNOCENCE!

JUST LET GO AND EMBRACE

THE HYPHEN!

But this "eo ipso"

you speak of

is tantamount

to a prodigious facility with

hermeneutischism

and bacchus tears were never the vines of grapes

but the blurred entonsillments 

of ivy.

Part of Nietzsche's idea of the art of giving

is that the giver -if he cannot remain concealed,

which is apriori impossible for an author --cannot

present himself in a false perfection, since he would thereby lie his way

out of the world and continue simply

to fool the receiver, which is tantamount

to a humiliation.

I've ridden more dolphins

than you've had hot meals, but I did

also I must confess

reach aneurism

in high azure nudities of wine

and glass symposia.

the sex you offer

is all of my mouth

instead.

my only candor

was to render Frankenstein

as a blind little girl

selling flowers

to vampires.

My parents went to war

and all I got was this stupid 

Kalashnikov

Well, if you do believe the hype,

would you mind

wearing a water baby.

I'm so tired, 

I haven't slept a wink.

I'm sooooo wired,

my mind is like a tinkle-tink.

I wonder if you'd get up

and wear a purple sink?

No No No?

In armerica we'll be irrish people..

here we're just couch potatoes.

Thus spat

Zarathustra.

I am the ICE MAN!

WHOOOA!

I am the ICE HAM!

KOO KOO CALLOO!

Since this is rather abstract, let's move into a more

Fowler and Fowler mood, a sort of 

unattached participle

when wrything, the soleschism

must be chose with Claire..

PAPPY LONGSTOCKINGS!

Diachrony-within-synchrony expresses the heterogenous discontinuity of linguistic temporality.

I'll let you know when the conjuncture is over, but first the jonquill's conjunta of shedu..

I refuse to master any language, nor slave my tongue

to your slavery.

unless

Miss ATOM!

says so.

culture is no more arbitrary

than transparency is invisible

I'll have 3 corny dogs, a large tator tots, no, make it cheeze tots,

and a ROUTE 44 cherry limeade, please

Making these Dr. Pepper ads is always such a blast

here in Poland..

Revolution is now.

If you want it

to look like Etruria

you might have to work it a bit harder.

Nothing good is worth Kronstadting, OORR

Polychronstadting..