Hot buns rolled over my toes while I waited to cross main street. I clutched my throbbing foot hopping up and down on my one peg-leg. The ice cream truck flustered through traffic to put out the fire. A cone load of frosty coated my leg from a headlight and my hot toe melted right to the surface because the rest of my leg dissappeared from all the fuss. The big red toe glowed like a cherry bomb smoking over the sidewalk. It looked at me and peeled back the nail to say, "certainly there is buffet dining". The hot toe buzzed of at lightspeed to an all-you-can-eat. I invited a mailbox to swallow me which he obliged and later that week I was a mailorder birthday cake at the reception for a mailorder bride in Pennsylvania. I have lost a leg and been through the wash. My favorite part was when the mailman drove drunk on the golf course.
this knot takes a speckled wrench i've puzzled over it in mouthfuls writhing like a heavy slug but my spirit wrapped the city in gold now when i wake i shoot right out of bed out of my ear through the window to join the birds in song
Take root. The levers are clenched as walnuts and the wrecking ball swing will knock you up. Bouquets of toothflower flood the clinic Tuesday. The waiting room. This way please. Novacaine pizza party but floss the dead milk bugs out. Spring cleaning. He was up a tree but should not have to be convinced of anything. Departures continue to be scheduled and disrupted as scheduled. City planners too vomit symmetrical bulbs in the median. Daffies pop in the sun trap. Thunder wags naked and shakes the dog free of pond water. Leeches breathe like accordions trolling blind in the shallows. That's why all the barking and the coffin full of clean socks. Burlesque in the parlor at four and ten to five.
These new binoculars have shown me the world already. It's tough and it's trouble. First thing this morning, I boiled eggs. There are naked dancers in the windows and jealous lovers creeping near every hedge. The neighborhood is full of shit and now I seen a murder. I packed my bags and left my landlady a note. It was a gloomy rattle down to Baltimore. From the train I saw jackals ring around the rosy. The conductor harumphed, then scraped his moustache with a thumbnail, "Next stop is black as coal and ashes to ashes they all fall down".
Shung's bandolier hung nervously across his chest. Shung Havrefred who was bandit, holy man and snake oil. Ode songs he swung through the sands in bags full of flowers and hair. Toothpicked grin, Shung was a happy hand at work. Hollowed a tree for a boat and scraped bark for tea. Shung was no fear. His gun stayed saddled. He had only to walk wide, leg to leg, feet pointed out, on his way through the woods and the desert and the mountains, and he brought me along.
flouridated wallpaper taffy kneaded endlessly by machine loom wallpaper shaky crystal doorknob baseball cream owls the golem the golem rock man astrology pops his rock head rock and rock pop head lorimer schermerhorn hoyt schermerhead station brown basket station hot wantastiquet bread rock baked basket and hand painted cells simmering in color in simmering color somber quartz cordoned oblong bed rid quarantined florida helium torte lawn dune clucked his tongue
seen by telescope, quite plainly, a muppet jacking off in an alley. quite contrary, i do say. the captain coughed his eye out. but do take note of the times; a slapped mollusk spent uptown what jacks read in the roll a ninety to one shot, dead on wincing in the mulligan's bluff. not unlike the thrush, spun on a root beer float... dead ahead! not a moment later a tartan sipping cider through a twizzler off the starboard bough. call up the buckle boy. oh... sorry sir, the boson is pulping chives in a canyon of milk for the hors d'ouerves barrel bathhouse of the shoyu prefecture. A most important client. He's down in the galley and wont be stirred to comment for the likes of a couple squirty papparazos like myself or my camping bag sleepy head that is
you've been red flagged 4 doughnuts this week tripped the switch. we noticed the way you take more than your share, cut in line, and hog the comfortable chair. we've made a note in the sand, of course, you're welcome to blow it away or make a sandwich from these blossoms if your ready for that too but we've been watching us careful i mean you i mean i've been watching me careful you have? but wait if it's me, then why did i trespass against myself? poach from my own stock! we don't know that nobody knows everything and you know even less
flickering blue light on and off the pitched ceiling and then the deep black silouhette of a dog and the barking bark bark bark reverberating in the pebbles on the street porch, mailbox, coffee can full of nails or snail shells wrung the purple barn squeezed until the paint fell off onto the lawn and made it a purple lawn a lawn everyone called a crazy lawn a patch of earth defiant
Barry "The Hatchet" Morley, Rio Hasick, and singing telegram Holly Bartnof do a sea shanty. They shanty away that burning sensation alright. Maria, (you just don't know what you're dealing with) we're in the belly of a whale here. Rafaela's still gotta lay some timbale tracks at Bongo SantaMonica, the engineer down there drinks a whole lot of Moxie pop and lives up to his reputation. He produced Tattooed Beat Messiah for Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction. Man, they were driving on some holy gasoline, burned the fucker down.