sanks. Nossing.

Rabid

The bitterscreamer's pelt
went on like pangolins with
a warbler's lickerish tongue
laid on in rose, the squirmiest
nameless mini-star to replace
its toes,

how cheese-lace tastes fresh
though evenly
it's burnt

I still can connect

sock to evening
via nommorol

/quote/ duct:

Only the statue of Balzac
by Rodin attracts my eye~

things meeting
by accident
and still trying
to get along

...

What is my job?

To take those things for Bird-bolts,
that you deeme Canon bullets, and to
make a March for unkommont khites.

How wearily do my ears
inflate once again.

Finality's Vulgar Omen

plague be by diddle bonnets
see, by that sadlessness a
sungther ,where its blood monkeys
bare their fangs in the scatter-
mister, a total memory is the
mummmy, a scaffold which unburns
the old red flower

jackal smooth
in the cliff shadow

jackal shadow
where the poppy
and the bird
confuse

dry bones and sungther
blood they rub together
in the mud

red mud
will make
a handsome
column

burail, buran, and myatel

finn plan yew, th'
whire'll gob its
drinkard cash w/
logorithmotechny,
a tannin yeeped
upinna tender file
ora crag bending
soft to art angling
of the pearl, prime
number mandala of
dew, dew primed
juliola with hands
like bunraku

frail leafrhinos
mock and petal
a sun

heart for thorax thumb
and spit the mutton
in a bag

the sun drawn down long
in its pencil pocket's
tripe stitcher where
the moon's a glob
of hagshoe whittening
the Hare's ear with
Thorough-wax, a touch
of spite lingering
in Torquay passing
like a string from
my eye tooth straight
through the Pre~
monstratensian Abbey
atear, a stuff half-
silk half-worsted.

Post-Apocalyptic Sea Bandito.

Far out at sea, an iceberg floats silently through
its ancient stone gate, triggering a series of
enormous claws and whirring circular cutters.

A whirlpool forms in the absent foyer, and the ice blocks
are sucked down one by one looking beneathe much
like a long hyphenated hair curlicuing the darkness.

Chulo stands in his buckskins chewing a cigar

FOD BASED PUMMI

den a glass page rises thru the waves
den a thousand glass pages

then the smooth whale-skin cigar rises
to hover above Chulo

A man with a thousand mile long needle
and a honey-gargling forehead crucible

its boat
like a face submerged
to the eyes

it uses the eye holes
for propulsion

the glass pages
hide the whale-skin cigar

the giant smooth cyclopian whale cigar
cannot be seen

Chulo // having visited the berg chewer.
having bagged up memrods for maidflore.

Chulo stands in his buckskins chewing a cigar.

Plaid

Delvauxene miserichord, what gum-gum rings slow
to the spectacle of your mucivorian suckings? What
Lombrosian scuggery must muse upon the supragingival
calculus of your leathwake punalua's grognards, those
hircarra whose hircine footboys tossily rub the volto
with their shiralees of mesomyodian jhula-jooms?

Plaid

Delusible feebility, is there yet a genappe
wending to the thrombolight, a caitifdom
of punto banco, a gestonye laid lural
towards the hamesoken? Is there a julaceous
pinenchyma whose temulence goes gruffly by
the furiosant, a yemptid without a bumbardart?

Glory Hand Burning in the Foyer

On to litters now, my scuffy ruffy rumpkins,
bitter spiders in the porridge now, my
roulette-hatted Toulouse Lautrec mannequins
in sequined dung-film-tape-worm-proseomes.

Yeeessssssssssss. Dr. Doom.
Is in the Roooom. Armadillo tornado loom
say Don Quixote' tupperware pencils.
18 Wheelers carved from wine-colored cinnabar
shot through with pure sulphur vericose.
The green fuzzball deer driver author
whose jointed antler lightning goes out
to the wheel
to the wheel of those whoove gawn

2-far

Tufa
Tufa
Toonar
Ruffy-Rumpking
Pump Queeng

Ore ange

Golden Geometry
"The angle of the ore"

Anglish
Sheila Na gig

Sheengla

Carpentour

"Abstruction, alas"
you viddles of my perfected
Mines.

Towering glass Lama
whose organs are chanting
sinister brujas.

Note to self:
Design building
using scaffolding
for sinister chanters
as poured from
decanters.

Chanters
Decanters.

Carmina Bureau.
Hello Doctor Waterbottom.
Yes, Jake, any letters?

My wee, there's 26 here all for you

Doggie Dingle!

Abby
Booty
Cram
Dong
Empy
Fuppy
Guppy
Hoo
Iiiieeeaah
Jingo

etc..

Now here comes Lady Guinevere

on a white horse
with a black saddle
that is in fact

a black hand
lifting her up
with the wrist being
a sort of shock-absorber

and with gigantic pink feathers
instead of fingernails

that can suddenly retract
as Lady G
can shoot her teeth out
like a Gatling
gun.

[pure nuggets]

Voice From the Jade Cave of a Million Dragons

here in the white
male
straight ghetto

we still see
the butterfly-
furred conquistador-
rabbit on his
bicycle of arche-
opteryx bones

riding along
the sane
singing sorry
sorry so sorry

I've love to see a
lady
in construction paper
pantaloons

I'd love to drive
a
car on the moon

I'd sooner
visit beautiful

I'd go out
engreened..

Fig Mask's Oozing Zag, Penny Gauze for Gimlets

When eternally branching communists wiki-wiki-wiki,
the nose-bridge shine gets to fingering beerfoam
for sausage-makers.

I go into the small room.
A snail is ascending a professor.
A tall pointed black cone.
I say Eeeeaaah to the young lady

whose pelvis is smarting.

Amidst the odd Winter artifacts, the ball of tingling worm beings
rotated about the sun, bat-books clustering ever deeper.

When Roger the corpse cop shot out,
all of Miami looked askance at giant robot dolphin cities
in classical age frozen

leap.

Pan in fedora.
bread fedora.
federal food.
feral dragon.

They make comments on the climbers.
I look for odd placements in the external hierarchy register.
I move into position like any of the other lampreys

holding out my carpet bag and rubber titty vampire puppets
waiting for the maitre D to quit mispelling the Chinese brunch
applets.

Chin Chinese
Jaw Jew
Germ German
French Fry


United States

We are the Chaos of the Singularity

writ small write
laarrrgh.

A cock goes like a snake between enormous breasts,
Eve has peeled the apple,
and Adam has no teeth.

According to a newly translated Bibile,

Adam and Eve
were very old
and nearly toothless
when Adam finally

sucked the green apple
out of despair

tired of sucking
the once pert tristichs
the triticea

now involves

Bull centipede washing
for

lackluster
daisy
plucking
Triton

Triturature
upon the all-saddle

lesion
in lower
omnismile

Edgar Allen Poe
mysteriously dead.

Old Thymen Stoories

Here, love is satiated in an eternally brilliant tedium.
Here, plants are superhuman gleaming temples.

For love, the execution of a fatally corporeal mind.
For breasts, a pile of the suavest lives, erectile pillars.

Between forms, illegal spirits shine, extra-fortified Aussies.
In quibbling fathers, post-genital, post-funerary vivants.

A series of naturally vacuumed labia become abundant lectern.
Clara alights on mica given by a corrupt supplier.

Leni knows sailing, and she has placidly dreaming aureolas.
Happy Cymba kneels to the all-vitamin, King Aether's implet.

Squids make a nappy note.
My tibia got stuck in Medusa's opossum adders.

A sad fiber is pre-recording all of love.
A latent pectoral has collustrated serene light.

Glumen fluid Aerius, treat yourself to an obscure name.
The ill bull of omnium is cussing your salubrious star.

No more of your campy decorations, red vitreous herbs.
The omniscient flower gives liquor.

Old Reruns Calling Out Flapping Gumbs Rusticles

dirty, oblique boner, why have you come into my kharjas?
why have you written the lines that follow:

funkenstein
funkenstein
illegal latent trash

nnn, the empty knocks
of a hobby
the legal rush
all dat shit
is funkenswine

the habibi angry dennis
headless chatty blowhole
can you find a beast
between my riffs?

you make a picture frame
of lacquered pigsbodies
for a mirror of comatose
jarchates:

boner, these are no good, no count,
no happy description of themselves,
but are as gloves resting on an open stone
of screams.

Screams.
You who were once lovely in the circular rooms of torture,
have mostly gone to tea. Tea, coffee, now you are the screams,
of the mostly oblique boner, the baroque ice-breaker dog
whose head is like titanium ice, a proboscis of screams
which are see-through apartments
moving in a condolem spaze.

Thickly arriving waves of parasols, the sewing machine
dog-ice-breaker-condolem that moves in the thread

is the shadow
of the boner
under the sheets
of the broken ice
head

give a head
this tea-torso'd
orzo

give a boner
to this lapless doge of
García Gómez, 1965, 210:

1 nn m mrdš yã habîbî lã
2 n qr dnyš
3 al-gilãlah rajisah bšt
4 'twtw m rfyš.

When brown ice comes unmoored
from the calculus of headless doggy alhambras
piled like cookies at the feat

let cellphone dirigibles
exit through the nipple holes

let coffee-colored odalisques
become the cellphones of
tricorne-wearing dirigible doggies
in ice-candy runway stockings

let slopes reign
in Kamabunga

let chowderheads
pickle their mothers
in gushy Verisian hallways

their mothers
are like the totally spherical
atmospheres of triune
belch factories

example:

the most complicated glass object on earth

the simplest sand
piper.

What period is this?
Can a three lensed camera combine
the picture of debate into
a functional derivible.

Chesne'
Chesne'

Michelangelo's David
has the head of George Washington
and stands atop the dragon

the dragon which is

Everybody's collective laundry
seen as a space opera orgy
on Late Night Showtime

Sweetly lithe boner of all things,
what have you chosen for wings, a pair
of black 1997 Mercedes-Benz SL600

Convertibles?

Gillian Anderson will play
Joan of Arc being electrocuted in battle
when a UFO of purple monster elephant bunnies
descends from Betelgeuse
to hybridize our love slaves
with rumple carrots.

A Word From OUr Sponsors

stone lion cellphones
flank the steps up
to the eternal ringtone

umwelt mermaid
hold my hand
all kinds of vermin
are stuck to my
cranium

things lodging
in my eyes
old whores
begging in
my ears

an old glue horse
dangling like an
apple from my balls

there is no derision
when i say

mummified motorcycles
used conjoined twins
for carburetors

solidus lux:
its test was text
its text was testing

testy testes
overflowed

O verious Variety
your virus, verily
averred.

The External World of Chance Is Structured Like an Unconscious

The privy stain of a great bread
with bones, a pumpernickel Conestoga
comm-andante guards my attention,
arrabiata. Press your pelvis down
into this tingly mint gelatin,
it's all on camera, your cock
can schlupp in and out of a
rubber cherub's stomach fish
ATM,

a lighter for the dangerous pipe,
the pipe that moves towards
darker waters, a submarine pipe
from a dark land.

I draw fanatical satyrs, or classical
vermin in sharpie, now just appearing
in the dappled impressionist wood
just fondled by liquitex

http://www.liquitex.com/

Techne has provided me with
a smooth ovoid room
with a desk plateau
which unfolds from the side

things hover
on jets
of champaigne

Its all one untold
single brilliance

whose cornerstone
is the collective
logic of anyness

like milking a dog's teat
for umbrella butterfly supervisors
when camera of yore
conjoins crystal rumpus

city houses
harpoon
snapping turtle

Not to Be Thwarted by the Dry Cleaners

abate
avauntment
beneathe
betoken
blow
boast
boast
boast
bobance
boist

Lissotriton boscai

toward paler's gate they sped
bostick wingless sombrero
blowess gaveling the blow hole
for venturi sac propulsion
or riddim

flange sensors
not unlike the nipples
of zeus made pomeroyal
in turbo pan-pipe
with vacuum

uncle sam
like a projectile of foam
inside the space-station
china-shop-bull

its endless arrays
of kinetic delicacies
bolynesian templus danzers
the constellations
of meerschaum owl odalisque
taffy pipe extendors

extensors
uncle sam now suffering from
poor HMDS dispense
suffering from delamination

"lifting"

pattern disarray
my arm goes into a sling
instead of attending the last
day

\last day\

the poona nikon ghosts
float upward
into a flaming manger
a mouth of fire
like a terricloth rose

the fluorescent bulbs
that squirt out like ice cream
into turbans
for dogs
with the heads of geese

your inability to characterize
nature as semiosis
without some attendant marketing
and dissimulation

you cigar butt
under my foot

knights of nih

you turned page
or memory
of the jade snake upon the hillside

gorgeous thing
whose eyes watch the traffic
thread through

the valley below

there is a pit of light
where you enter

LIK-E a(N AITch
of mustard colored jade

here come the skeletons
after Sinbad

its whole beard of maggots
an entrail
and a tentacle

I find peace in saddles
(not or mot) living in yarn.

[nu]

uh,

Love Under Will Shall Be The Laudanumberrors

its collars love loping
down the chest like a swiss cheese
to give upon the holy burlesque
rondures in efficacy
to wit
the rogogo age

eggs come out pressed like I-beams
from the crab extruder shell parasols

a sun
made from a crab

a living parasol
feeding upon the head
of our lord
a weirdly numb object
somehow screeching through
the shoes

the knuckles drag, yes
but the knuckles themselves
exquisitely designed

like ploughs
making butt cutters
of the sanscitmonious

the largest pyramid of pink soap on the earth
is very small

the largest acid shag dirigible house
not yet

holding a tea mug
to the corpse of Grieg.

His chest full of junk,
gold-fish swimming stupidly
in the giant hollow glass halo
called a toroid
which we now

give the
ominous notissery

terroid
turnoid
touroid
tauroid

door rot
graphomane d'pr

you can see the designers chuckling out

expanded metal dishware for hobos
inflatable bank-outs
that at least allow everyone
to get a plastic cup

a toy horse
was the trojan latex
who knows what gets generated from anything
but by the weird ass smell

it makes later

When good chief holy
stand in corner
counting

hide
will
go
seek

poona

Totally Faucet Arras

not that I nor Minoa
trapped airport '69
inside wax floating
poppy bath aid
auroma

the red poppy covers
the hangman;s head
the bull head space shoe
dewskinds

in oil based airports
when bull head poppies
arrive

total wax
ensues in citizen

the wax red poppy saddle
upon the bullhead aeroplane
its citizen dread
remarkable
as in remarked

do not say this public
each private soul
enters by which

when bul
wacks

Minne, or a~

"unique gold-abetted fly"

// [dougy]

Six Million Dollar Man
visist Knossos

descend inside amphorae
tracking flowermonster

it was once fair,

now
all
awe

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