Kainos and Disabled: Our Holocene as Gümüş Kol

the supremes of noise

are my chipmunks' faucet's

farrago

babylove

my babylove

ooo ooo ooo

the pirate had a metal mechanical arm

and was the slayer of muslims

and christians both

he was hunted down

by privateers

in the algerian desert

in 1649

there are chipmunks living 

in your henna beards 

hipsters

the supremes of noise

holocene

Omar Qaddaffi

shaved squirrels cage

a url

by a baked adobe' wall

babylove

my ai rubber food tool

ooo ooo

babylove

my long stone stool

is following me

to pamper hammocks

underground

is sleep happy surgery

this mechanical turk arm

has stayed alive all these years

plugged into the wall

playing supremes albums

for cheese

in a barrel of shaved henna squirrels

right away

i knew we would be friends

dean martin

descended from the windy ethiopian plains

and beside the tiny url ouija

and vests of cotton balls

the last pekingese on earth

chased out into the algerian desert

by metal arm girl child falconeers

smoothies

under the reign of beethoven

the mentats drained something on my shoe

i came unmoored and began to drift

away from the colossal pantagruelian kennedy

my knitted was warm

the winter

like a juice harp nose hair plucking

bernie madoff with metal smoothie hands

spinning the supremes

in the algerian desert

VISIT THE ROMAN RUINS

AT TRIPOLI

charcoal

is made from dead stuff

once wine was mixed with sea water

in wooden bowls

the music of the hagfish

saint john the leninist

religion ideology assasination insanity and art

all roled up

in one conversation

about conversation

converting 

communication

into transformation

for metal arms

dreamin my life away

oooo ooo oo

babylove

you can't judge a book

by its frankenstein

poetry hides the trauma inside the vase

renders the vase lovely

immortal and invincible

and makes of us

ontological cartoons

fulfilling the prophecy

of gap-antics

i could've hired a heretic to do this

but then I'd cease to be

the supreme noise

of the universe

santa claus

nude

with the shadow elves

surfing ouija urls

you've come a long way baby

but did you get that far?

yonder

the supreme noise wakes

its burden wafting up

like blankets of metal arms

bernie madoff's head

sewn onto the body of a little girl

an algerian pyrite

the game led off at once

a combination

of yard darts

and old fashioned bell candles

the gap's equality

is never parallel 

but always 

para

today i am a pirate

tomorrow

a sea horse

and the hose i toe

spews a thinking code

even my ink has a cunning bacteria

if you believe it 

john lenin religion ideology insanity assassination

i'll let you touch my metal arms

my woodwind bassoon arms

if you'll drop the cargo of genitals 

your great sea turtle carries

leonardo davinci

was full of sea genitals

dancing

if you've always had a problem

you'll never have one now

that being said

let's chase a pekingese

really?

in flatbush?

and if you need money or food

just flex your metal digits

and pyrite squirrels

will come running from your pubic beards

to shave the ouija urls

down to their root address

where the farrago begins

royal college!

and gravity is the beard

i dance on

ooo oooo ooo

baby dove

my baddy blood

missed kissin ya

o all i do is screach and fight

and all i do is hiss the white

starbbblle bladdrer rain

shower

reign

shower

this chisel is a bent index

a prison 

of its own

rewards

now

you will associate

negative-epistemology

with shakuhachi

and nocturnal indigo

bonfires

on the plain

"?why have you taken my metal arms?"

falconers

with the heads

of pekingese

and the bodies

of ragusan

sailors