sugarloopumthe rigid greek frigidicecream kinetic salamandering of celtic soup

which lace-rides into ecuadorian frogtryst

my justice-buttonhole climbed onto a stairwell

damson-placid is porthole of weasely treacle in our loosely vexed nailhole when french girraffes dare menstruate the neverland of benchmarks. good morning.

shipwreck the creamed eyes of salamanderd fish-hook gravy train below the surface wretched the armpits loose by your bride's wig of conundrum'd honey which is mine when i smile nuclear the torpedo of effervescent chopsticks in east european umbilical yearning porridge to storm the tulip yesterday swam like a goosebumb on my spine of yellow parsnips and greek lost boys beg lamp-posts to prance the highway of particulars you are blind to my walking stick of shoulders when we greet frank jest with trembling knocks of porcupined grace you surrender card-cheat i am too young to be dying in your shoe like a continent, the vowels of cowardice don't yell onions despite kinetic vixens in my soup of lame donkey-breath which is grass hopping lucy in my warchest the empty fullness devours my panties my dayjob is to destroy you

joy's thunderous

storm-trooper sofa of belching dolphin-tenderness frog-whispers a hair-blistered eyeballrs our hair-blistered eyeball......
........pantalooned imp. (clover. shamrock.)

..........................................................................................................affluent poverty of icicle-shippers

tongueless shivering, breaded fish market

storm casbah
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winged fir trees in a parlor room littered with fish heads and re-runs of Casablanca

(*eggs)

a magnet with no elbows

carton
of
one
blood
-drop
..............................................golden goblet eyebrows
........................................................................................................camp sirens wailing

razorwire around the candle / of sequinned sunicorned nostrils
outbidding nettle soup warm rainfall chickenny innocence

.........fairground menagerie

ripchord the salamander when i was 3 & sugarflake snowpilings stomach my evergreen door of noses.
My mothers knee of vinyl replica dawn

............................................green the rust of towers

fernrelentless fernedgalaxies beneath cloven teeth-hooves & leaf-forest bar-chat
almond-ready
buttery almonds in buddha red robes

yellow scarves of young polio-corners
I am a blue-black jug

open your pockets
low jazz philanderings
bee-bop on the ice-rink

flowery folders unbutton the coffee'd subway..........too many shoes

......................school-sliding-into-the-lake

a danger sign floating in warm milk

as karaoke dusk falls out of the golden spiral of an ear
me ....slow me

down to nothing
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& there is much whispering in the igloo of stars

..no

shoelaces

on the stars

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I have not stolen the cloak of the day from the Dark Prince,

or delivered the maiden's shotgun to her father. I was only bellowing like a cow to plug the robots of dawn. The bullets soft as soap, our bodies torn by work our lacy interiors

our doorhandles

these stomping liquid desires

its frost to crawl among, sky at high altitude, liver the salmon in a putrid well called Earth where tigers and napkins and lakes of despair frog-march the supine wilderness of tables in the shape of guns.
.......................Your finger is most eatable

........................................................................................................Your plate is inside me

and I am the horse you rode on to escape me



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( in the beginning was something.

.......................................first trickster molecule

a.k.a. alice )

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ssponge sky

pickled rage

..............llamp nostrils

egg-ears

palamine toothbrush

between rouged and buddhist lips

fish clamber out of the pool wearing worn black leather gloves on their front fins

jewellery in their mouths, unravelling stardust

month of Mondays nailing hammers into sores. sugar paper.

(now we have an apocalypse with a 12-year old girl in it)

there is a bowl filled with blood

& a broken rectum

& 19 soldiers on lollipops on sticks

she disappears stage left in a blue bikini

foxtrot in a foxhole, foxy fish

slumbers a triangle of indiscreet harpoons. A bald man in 1950's Venezuela thinks screwdrivers are his parents and buys a new orange toolbox to keep them in

we will eat our way into oblivion the stars bending their capes over the simple east, magician's urn of forgiveness, buckets of sand on which carpets of ferns/cartons of fears is bottle-topped bishop-backed toast sugar

elephant maid Carrion droops to conquer the eyelashes of the spoon-laden shipwreck

a telegram floats over radio'd interference

a goblin goldfish delivers the chain-armor required for the crossing

slip past the deckchairs, the decades, stacked up in vans by Fed-Ex

fed by endless lawns of tiny pink nipples

a field of corn playing chess with the birds

bishop sacrifice is a stone tower in the sand

a quivering root at high altitude

the knotted ropes of limbs feather upright

penguin restless, car seat balladry, the stepping-bones on the lake

alice's toes each bigger than Mount Rainier when I can't see you Mountain its because your arms have drifted down from you

and your features are damp playdo, daddy, & becoming sludge at your feet, where I kneel

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Holmes: Look up at the night stars, Watson. What do you deduce?

Watson: That in such a myriad of stars, some may have planets around them, and perhaps some of those planets may be able to sustain life. We may, after all, not be alone in the universe.

Holmes: You idiot! Someone's stolen the tent!




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ccreepsugartheenvelope rabbitlockbishopsurrender loststirrup mycoarseriver

slumber derides the lamplight souvenir of trestled binocular shadows

up the stone corridor to the castles chamber of swordfish calamity bellowing

your incense eyebrows lick the chateaux coffin of whiskery tomblove

dove-selfish

and belittled by furious bricks of dew we carry the box between us into the sunlight meadow of miniature trees whose roots clamber upwards to the soldiers javelin tournament growth ridicules slumber with its aluminum boards of rose vases filled with snow

my office-work has no fingers, you say, inside my coffee which is my head when i lie to father about bluebottles and sewingmachines on a springpatio of futures we will gather to hold our neighbors heads in our arms.

spaghetti mocks the sidewalk and lost button troubadors invite dawn to merciless convention of scissored justice in an earlobe called universe

where meatless ballerinas whistle lovestruck ballads to feathery smoke

windowprices

indolent as slobbery glove eskimo tryst

fallow trench of a pipe recoils into darkness now & petulent apricots surge past my mushroomed immobility at dusk when armored vehicles behead me they will find 10,000 years of love-dust in there and skysparkle tears of envy and rage to be cupped into the driest goddess

the green church of atheism has swallowed alice and her fingertips touch mine in my dreams and my dreams are now and now and now a parrallel fortitude dresses me





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