corrupting things with illegral cosnic hubors

how are you at work

yo

how is that a yes or a no

yo

how truculent the garage

has abandoned your social

worker's negligee and left you

in campo become negligent

is there no winona ryder there

with the blue writers of the esquiline

are fat lavender snail meats your only mantas

there by the community of latrines in vitrines

we were only aware of biosemiotics victims

of a general caliber 

.45 ruminatio noshing negligent neglects

in their nitred nitingowngales

here they mistook their own philosophy

of the grotesque for a natural existence

charging all fellowship with incadre urnings

of squirming senescence or piebald feeblitude

oh how their invented purposes were laid bare

to our detailed and inventive

hand carved fangs

of pompous spasmodic jelly knoodels

of konjac wattles

jowls hung with root bubs

tiny owl larvae festering in the cheek

where the noble and thrusting tongue

had once laid its mighty camisole

golden quail heads spray sprite upon you

as you lay in situ en vitrine 

among the flue cats

of the customary and staid proportions

of out of whack 

which cowbirded your earthly paradise

your text all turned

to pornographer's primrose

printed on a parasol

and sitting in the shade with a collie

named lassie

whose collar shines

with a jaunty sheriff's star

are you at work

yo is that a yes or a no

yo

hulot's statue is dusted

with lightly toxic cement dust

while the fresh slick

balloon ballerinas

go farting by

like orange baboons

in the sunrise