more cosmic greek versions of hummus

(delphic chyme in hollyweird)

these beds of dirt
are the garlic of my nailbeds
in the vague dreams
of the nation's history
3 to 8 people become
one garlic banjo zombie
toasting dirt teacups
with phyllis diller
in w.aterford c.loset mindfields
of ancient post-futurist comedy
you've seen chandeliers
of garlic beached hymens on the sidelines
of vampire valkyrie football
old dirty wagner transvestite jesuses
waltzing in the rain
in their pickelhaube ring saga
and green onion wedding dresses
these beds of earth
are dancing with pickled mummy sausages
the inca stoned high council garlic
ruminating pencil priest
the long galaxy pencil of glands
sleeps in deep feathered vortex chambers
many things are wrapped up in a single skin
beds of dirt attend it nude
carrying pickled wainscoting meteors
stuffed with opalescent sweetbreads
of clusters of yammering historical heads
their mumbling lips of garlic spread
with avionics and nutbutter anti-christs
and the garlic of my nailbeds
crushed omens in my gazpacho pancho panzer
sun storm the sun my sun is don quixote
is gay for the moon no the moon
is a livery of cattle what if suddenly
your eyes, testicles, ovaries, and tongue
were replaced with yammering illuminated
blue and purple spotted bombay garlic
it could happen at any time to an ancient greek
hollyweird pun when starfish cattle wear
smiley faced vampire emojis and
stiff collars made of swarms of robotic
mandalay bay ignorant things their soft faces
turned upwards to face the illuminated dirt of starfish
"brain starfish hoard the star-symbol shaped cherry pi"
the dreams of starfish loose titanic meats
of vague machine elf dolphins
compress their sex (into vampires of svelte garlic naiads)
into one small world's deluded desire
to become a single
garlic banjo zombie eye
emerson yodeling in greenskin
donald duck vampire skin cuticles
the shining for toads
mjt witchell once wrote a book called:
_what do do starfish cuticles want, anyway?_
"i'm crippled in seattle and being force-fed pizza
by some rich guy who looks like jack ruby made
of korean mountain vegetables"
or "it's the nailbeds' tale touring roadtown
with a killerdilleresque vampire starfish cyclops"
it's paradise for dirt brain chaos
in absolute equilibrium or its opposite
a soiled presence erects this mookiness
its sultan silk tents in my nailbeds
but the feathered onion vortex
is alive with garlic dachsund gazelles
long creamy salamander bananas with
branching scarlet horns hung with alexander
calder's tennis after having eaten dom rickles
socrates of mute hemlock math painting glow worms
on their world's hymen hummus
of exploding nipples
in the final house there's a stone plaque that reads:
"bring me that chicken, chicken" (or)
know thyself
as a comet of yammering
sweetbreads in a mushy
pudding kilt omen halo
dirt beds of garlic flavored fingernails
"i'm only lucid when i notice
that my one good eye's rectumouth
is supported by billions
of tiny garlic-scented legs"