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
.....................................

& 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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