P
o
k
e
d
my I out with a Chevy dipstick
And eye never got to read Othello
put on some raspberry lipstick bleeding red and bleating blues
with Poe beating my chest,
crying
"Oh Tell-Tale Heart!
Stop telling tall tales
and go heist a bank!
Far from the banks of a river
where I lost my art
in the loo at Oz
as the Wizard,
that lizard!
stole it!
I am
God
can
lap
at
the
toes of
the mighty and wise
Get
Down!
I
To
Too
I’m sold
You are old
You are my soul
You are my god now
I see dawn as you yawn
Able was I ere I saw Elba now
I watch as a steam of cowshit rises
inside the 'Out' Side Show also known as
I-sis Is-Is Eye-Sis Eye's Sister,Sister of Osiris
also known as the 'In' Side show showing how to o!
Who?
Dog!
Not
God!
But you
think I am bad ass
From tree to tree the toasters
flit
lit
it
Begins to dance in gin and tonic with Nick's gun gone, and raise up your glass lass on the last ass at Ginnny's Burger, defy RudeNessLoch in William Wallace's land - is your heart brave?
bury my Angel Lou's heart at wounded
Arlington Road
and free as birds my eyes will split.
My wings, open, even as I pen my ideas inside my
Lover Deas,
are garishly displayed on my bod.
Many dogs died that night.
Oh My!Why? Y?
Hy!!!Hi!!!I....y?
It just happens.
O Pen!
Open!
Please open the pen of pain in me!
See!Ee!Ew!You! No!O!
Empty amps in
the sound
hound
and
haunt
my
aunt
and me.
Please take away
my
aunt
at least
from the
haunt
if not me.
Why?
Because!
H can't
haunt!
Silly!
Why?
Because!
H has no
aunt
Is Cain's pen able to open the pen?
Fool! You don't rule! Not on this! His hiss you can't even stand! This van you can't vent and rant away nor rent since you have no money nor honey! The ants ran away with your penis!
Cain's
Pen is
not a
penis
.
You will not have ill kids!
You will have noKids and
no Id
and
no ID!
Her lips spitting
kisses
like
sunny secrets from the gods
pitting
'I-See I-sees' into 'isses' and unknown 'its'
tryeing to
scare
Rye to
care
and make
crops
that don't
ache
and don't rob but
feed and
cake
feats
of
eats that opt boys to say oy!
happily and not crappily,
and girls to curl and
rap apt words that lord over boy's 'Odes to Nature and Nurture' crying "It's neither! It's only aperture! Perched on top and not down! Far and not near! Ear!" that put bad butt-ins in the
JarArse Jail and make them take the rap.
Rapt in her words he lost his
ear
and could not
hear
since
h
Can't
Hear
Either
Since
It too has no
Ear.
His ear is now wrapped in
searing heat
in a lab where babes
eat, taste and test it
to make new brands that create
yet another Rand Corporation
that fights and takes flight to Ayn Rand and Glory of Self and no such thing as elves and fairies
when trouble starts
and trouble stars in every movie
making rubies,
minting money and gold
out of the old rubble and debris
they solved by launching to outer space,
forgetting caution,
since they get dough from
the auction of
the poor doe that Santa Claus rode from his abode as they finally found out
who Santa is --- the alien not from another planet but the alien in us frying up with hate and fate’s wrath that ate King Rat and all,
but struggling to cool down and make ice cream, and cream our souls with good old love. |
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