La Terre est Tabou!

what is the poet, and who is the poem, nobody plays spell good anymore..

methinks the logic flaws him, or is it just

that both my left feet

tend to the right hand path, a good mound

is original-all

even though I've been left out of the discourse,

i still store and enact it: every dissolution is the swill 

of weird form, which will not obey,

nor ask for followers

of seeking

such

i'll take my contribution

as purely humourous

my will is to command, but I still deny

the basic stupor

only the empty vagus

knows the design of bliss

but its gutteral fliss

champions

discomfort

for all

William Burroughs was not much known

for his classic portrayal (betrayal)

of the clever slave:

Judaism, or Fashion,

seems much better suited

to surfing among

phantasmagoric

fang screens, Plautusk

afterall, was just a noisy

sacred penis.

Hold on Betsy,

the history of the letter C

is just awaitin' for us to come out

CHOOTIN'!

I'll kuther yeeb,

and meet chee

by the grassy voluble monocle

framed in beetle wings..

We've got to stay the course!

Exchanging our penises for lightbulbs

can only ever be

a temporary

mangrove of lightning..

PLAIN SPEECH COOLS FIFERS!

poetic form must always disallow

any primogeniture of irony's 

mispoken torrent:

moon or woon

both fail

as islands..

hibb-a-hibby

a wiki-wiki-wippi-weepy..

come check out this gambit guys!

hiding behind the hyphen, or its memory's boundary,

i discovered a boundless clue:

there is no solution

to the people are peomes.

Here, the rough hewn sceptre, or hylophone's phylopome,

graces it own physiognomy with ignominy's phizz to gesture..

no one knows the fate of galactic gas.

no one.

Yes, I infected you, but please help me~

TO SAY YOUR NAME!

The universe is something that matches our expectations,

but recoils from them secretly.

If I work any harder, I'll just end up conquering you.

Something beautiful is awakening in me.

Yes, I think you're right!

The frog looks better in butter-armor..

One last poem

before I become...

I just keep on walking

and singing

what logic makes possible

There is something romantic, or impossible,

about the wholly possible figure..

Stop preaching that

REGRET IS PLASTIC BULLSHIT LINE

WILL YOU!!??

You caused his head to spring a leak!

Stop looking at that giant pipe!

decoded: ILL

Oedipus hands and feet were both the same!

Oedipus hands and feet

were both insane!

1. nude oedipus

2. radiant oedipus

3. lickerish oedipus

4. smoky oedipus.

What if Rome is only flowers,

and every road

an eye?

Form miming meaning is such a fun game!

Oh! Oh!

I wish you'd abandon

this tawdry abandon!

Oh!

I started out as kitsch,

but later I grew a penis..

At birth my name was changed

from Reprobus

to Hasum.

There is only one way to say this...

Oh Bercilak!

What have you done!?