Said Mr. Limits to Mrs. Growth, "Now we are butt stranglers..."

notice the relative proximity

of my pistol hole

to your beauty 

mark

hail hate-lure, sure, but I salute only

Dionysus so tender and green in its liknon

my silver world a diagram

julie andrews singing

on one knee

over fields of blue cotton

do you know the way to 

San Tropez?

I've been away for so long,

Janis Ian?

EL J - LOV?

if all you had to do was ask

the thinnest silver orgy might

surround only one hair

and one lash might stain

it could be interlinking silver brains

draped with silk

and balloon scratching

dj's

now Diogenes' body has grown so large

that all the other philosophers

live inside it

In Transylvania the bellhops

wore mustard greens

to keep the centipedes

out of their good hotel shoes

I have a bottle of Camp Pho-Phonique

with your face on it

I painted with stolen nail polish.

That's fine Justine, we're all going to be wearing metal beards

of hot robotic fleas trailing nylon data encryption filaments..

Diogenes! Take Dionysus into your body!

Take the body of the god as your own! 

Grape Ape, Baby.. You ever see that?

Now don't unplug me till I'm through..

These are all the Butt-Strangling records

for 1937..

William Blake's tidy bowl!

Wild and Domestic

are made one!

Feral Futility!

this is the classical notion

of metaphysical emanation

earth mother - sky father

I may have said this before

there's a green tongue squirming in the dell

and in a grey hood

and red slippers it knows

the way to san tropez

bails of discarded clothes to form cyclopian walls,

okay, but I can only imagine what it means,

and then play air drums

about it

cosmological semiosis

begins

with a phone call

at midnight

I'm tired of waiting for the aliens

i would like to build a poem today in here to day

these brown clouds

are laying down

for you

did you know you have a thin cylindrical pebble behind your ear?

He'd like a bowl of mashed cherries, whiskey, and Schubert's Winterreise

played with knee and armpit squeaks, and a wintergreen cream

for his nostrils.. 

look,

I can make it write little letters..

Do not be uncordial young Mercules,

the eye of anarchy is always upon you!

somedoy i guess chalk tapdancing

plates my alley

father crowley

i have telephones hanging off my dress everywhere

VE'VE'!

OLE'!

you're solid

i'm stripe

need any miniature pedal kits?

you'll notice

a tiny wandering frankenstein

in high-heels and fishnets

approaching the pharaonic sarcophagus

of Michaux

you also may notice

a clown and his carrot bride

bathing in my teacup

as well as

my golden bicycle

knuckle grille

and ice pick

I think that the case of Michaux

offers something exemplary about it for philosophy

can I stick my ant-pharm on it?

I don't want you to be 'merely eccentric'

but have some social relevance..