A Spot of Frazzle and Then
The braincase was loose and the rest saw pie melting
we'd have to come home to the lineaments of fire
a lot of squatting included with the sleeping
I imagine pennants with the clothing closing in
dimity fudge due to silence in the breccias
partial poinsettias they lived on Olive Street
inclined toward wicked pencils we stayed
us jamokes quite worn through and bundled
to blow things up beyond all proportion
and crow in wacky dingle a portion of cheek
dried in detonator the telemetry theater
now the cheese quarry its more than human wails
present time now added it's long past time
to get the gargoyles to descend a history of pokers
then someone up near the ceiling he turns and
silence in the Vanguard silence to bring things to
then someone blew it or is this the copper time?
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Traced Red Dot
Hello I'm Jack Jerk
I live with Molly Ringwald in a hutch
the streets outside the Barleycorn Stretch
they burst it all slims down to a point
a golden gingerale of rockhewn source
buy Grotex it helps your cusp
always thought a corpse would tell me what to do
skin pulling its surface moisture
Barbizon sauce personality like a peanut
just need a new parrot and sink a pressure capsule
grotesque what happens to the lasted soul
a bad mouth liver pills in short bursts
maybe nothing but shirt in strong daylight
a punk trains his fist on the green monkey
it's Bruce Surtees capturing latent death
stacked along contention lines black gleam salt
he's now contented he saw his wrist
rosy featured landschaft grass as a pointer
this all comes from one hand's limited desk
clear before the metal starts flying
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An Undue Blather
The opportunity to be dull
makes cowards of us all
no way I know to get by with it
blood in the glass down below
a mellotron fixed on futurity
where they like to see a bone twist before it falls
Basket of a man named Thomas caused all the problems
there are pupils in all eyes growing darker
more familiar as incipient papyrus lessons
the bark on the civil council gone scratchy
browbeaten and loaded with scaffolding
blizzard coming okay? nothing but a bullet's whizzes
and a brightness whittles sympathy from the dimness
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Icing at the Corners
I came to the planet in the desert
where there are tubes underground
shock tubes Buster Crabbe in
all the dependable serials you ever see
the locked Hitler of elevator fame?
no? pour you lick you date you
an animal farm in my capital fun zone
think we can lap ourselves? Swanny!
the idea was to part myself like hair
give me a rumbleseat and I'll call my double friend
snow diamond chevrons on the pole wall
soon someone will close all your closets
glubglub came the sound of goulash breakup
and we're out on the sound no grist few tears
I can't forget those burlap-covered signs
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for Dick Gallup
The Plush of a Negative Cat
Blackened fingers on the sterling rug
and you'll find frottage by the stump
it's Hans Dustin and too many other Hoffmans
all gaga or got lemon verbena mainly
imagine all this waiting on one tortured sickness
zoomer babies without the frame
the title the madness in a boobie's eyes
scusa? too much rosemary in the window
sparks from Saratoga the scriptures snowing
I'll never be able to read without turpentine
without stopping to dry my eyes
Saint Bartholomew and the Oobleck standing
hard by Barstow and still pushing
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End Gone Flat
The envelope floats
the pull on a bottle
the shoots go up from the orange refrigerator
I will bring you to the apron door
where all the bicycles were icicles
yeah yeah yeah a sphere
Touch your toes and cure your corns
my favorite color is bluish
fleet title Beau Humps or such
Publish a book or a Chevy or a tree
seems the storms have come to forage
the trick is to discover your density
You know what this is? a gun
the end of a chapter in mid-shit
used to think the rain king was Byron
Opening a new cigarette to calmness
a zipper is there the bottle is pebbled
a boarded pavilion in the rain dance
Obstacle meat lobber let's get stippled
Castle Caves on a useless afternoon
the siphon is loose let's try mahogany
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A Dutiful Hardness
In the holy hallway of dry slaves
another iced window this one leaves
3 bucks and a synthesizer down a drink
tiptoe on the money a length of garment
swings in the chest hole darkness is had
cult of the Cave of the Not Okay
Olney Street about where I took my presence
believing in the brass of a kindergarten class
heat face under house bush in regard
Sunderland the place of the fossil face
and green tattersall golf spinnaker
cost one disc in a cemetery ditch
suspended by electric flex
blockade of Mars bars in the silly dusk
you know what he just died of? death
somebody else's cigarette a bung starter
hemoplant dialysis oblate straightener
let's not pretend we know our motives
as the plane rose the other one didn't
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