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a squirting eye, a squid melting in the alarm-clock brassiere

stone fish of impassable lake....... the frog-dry buttons in a beerglass betray the ninth dimension

the way boots of straw are channeled by the hungry and futile grass.

the pen is the stilt the hired-help clown walks on ....& he closes every door behind him a bestiary of sunrises devours my cornflakes

Iowa's footdoctor of sand and rare butterflies

who will sing the rain into a bucket when your ravished toenails have swallowed the landlocked island with its 7 stars

........................4 tulips

........................3 radios

........................2 balloons which are your arms as well as your eyes which tear up floorboards and keep me awake all day

when nothing is undone a person cannot return

racoon .....lost armpit..... saliva drooling of a placid ocean suprise

chess-pieces eat the hole of elephant ridgeway

sugared dolphins bake in wooden cauldron

big horses eat pastried villages of mushroomed canvas

stretching the day into a coffin, pulled by the cloth of the time-sky, blue ribbon for the dolphin

....................................................................I am the dolphin who kneels at your feet like a candy-bar

...................................................................in a test-tube of wheat policemen

dressed up as both star AND stargazers......to sublimate the Hamlet's toasted bagel of submarined kindness

white gentle furniture around a golden coffin

inside rests the collection of military tea-cups.....stolen by the girraffes of wednesday

to support the heroin habit of a deckchair......clamped shut for nineteen years by the moon of tears




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