1. CANTO I :
It’s on the outside full of dirt from the air. It wrinkles in the wind, for a moment. A sort of a “ Distant sound of Chimes “ aura lures about it, but it’s something noted rather than heard.
I am sitting on a popsicle.
The tiny legion of slinky insects gathers moss, pulls liquid and maths together in improbable algebra of for nature’s sakes. It is a sexual reduction we cannot even fathom.
Your turn, Trusted Enemy
The boiling pint is over in the break room, fists fly across the room like startled filthy street pigeons, drunk on junk food and using their bony malformed feels as cudgels of screaming.
Port to Hard -on
It’s on the outside full of dirt from the air. It wrinkles in the wind, for a moment. A sort of a “ Distant sound of Chimes “ aura lures about it, but it’s something noted rather than heard.
I am sitting on a popsicle.
The tiny legion of slinky insects gathers moss, pulls liquid and maths together in improbable algebra of for nature’s sakes. It is a sexual reduction we cannot even fathom.
Your turn, Trusted Enemy
The boiling pint is over in the break room, fists fly across the room like startled filthy street pigeons, drunk on junk food and using their bony malformed feels as cudgels of screaming.
Port to Hard -on
The cup is drawn slowly to the lips. It is best to part one’s lips slightly, and allow the steam that the breath cools to enter & sort of circle abound the chamber of the mouth. True Tea Beauty.
Don’t Bogart that Joint
The Stoned hippies writhed on the ground, surrounded by skinheads & police officers. They’d already finished with the gang-bangers. It was sort of the equivalent of working down a list
Feather Pedal Death
The stillness of nature is nothing compared to the roaring sirens of space. These meteors, these junk chunks of frozen rock & ice, Metal man -They scream as they point towards earth
Your Leather Bucket Has Arrived
Slowly the coroner reaches into the pumpkin. She pulls out handfuls of elastic orange goop, stringy & perpetuated with little tear shaped ivory pips - I later learned that they were seed.
Your Bed, My Brothel
The Corn Scoop gang had struck again. Farmer Schnitz was totally dumbfounded. Despite all the careful measures - Slowly shakes one’s head. Go-Ley. Even the goose seemed a bit sad.
Touch Me there, My Beloved
The blankets have wrapped around both of us like the lovers we once were. The sun shines bright through the window that is splattered with body fluids. Why the fuck don’t they leave ?
The Plant died again
A Scorched dessert where once was a verdant plain. A craggy dead beach litter with shards of plastic. Chief Jay Strongbow in tears, and the devil laughing to the sky as it turns red
The Ice - Broke !
These parties are all the same, the bored man yawned in a quite affected manner. The obviously schizophrenic dilettante appeared to be completely ignoring him. In about 35 minutes, of course,
Does this food look
Like it is something you’d like ? Or did you already eat ? I wanted to ask you earlier, but as you know - I was busy eating myself and now I’m crying please let me out of this room ~
Have you ever touched
a ball of spiders in the sticky sun ? These spiders are not Glass - They are not Bats and
They are not a
Mammals.
You have to accept that these spiders are as often as they are.
If you crack
s
A window
a
around here, You will have to pay for it - Like, not a parable. In cash. Money - Up Front.
***
2. CANTO II :
The type of girl she was, she’d know you were coming. She seemed some how
alway ready for you. Deflecting questions. Coy & sly glances, and a quick laugh
the moment you begin to falter. And yet somehow, moments & flashes of kindness.
An unexpected meal prepared. A reference to a esteemed colleague. A note left under the
windshield wiper. And that one time in the park -
The officer stepped down from the podium located in the middle of the round-about.
He wistfully tugged on the corners of his rather spectacular mustache and made a circle
motion with his arms, stopping traffic long enough for him to mind the gap, and step up to
a disfigured bigger who was stuck in a rather awkward looking yoga pose
“ SOUPS ON ! “ Yelled the Grand-Mom as quickly as she could, getting out the way of
the rush of bodies through the hollow narrow wooden opening. This living mass comprised
of scale and fur, plates of steel and open veins. Tentacles and stinger. country singers.
If you put your boot right - There - he said, demonstrating, it don’t stay the same for long.
Dang - Slowly intoned the fat one ( I suspect at this point he may be the stupidest cadet in our
grouping ) He then pulled it up and - As warned, we had to step back from the bright flash
“ You Skunks have no business here “ said the gangster man in the gangster accent “ Heh “
Crime boss had to laugh. - Listen, You Mugs - All the mugs in the joint turn to listen -
“ Your lives, they’re like toilets to me. I could write a letter and make you vanish. “ - The
Old woman ( Some would say Hag ) in the corner started to wail, and trilled her tongue
like some sort of rare disease. “ shit - “ say Crime Boss - “let’s get out of here ! “
three kids lay in the gutter. Their backs are facing up to the sun, and it is a nice sunny day.
Two of the three kids have stains on their shirts. One has no pants on. They are all splashing
in the mud and singing songs. I was going to write that their hands were tied behind their backs
I suppose that would have somehow been better ?
***
3. CANTO III :
Slow. Tide. Slow Tide.
Die Tide ist Slow
Slow Tide. Wide Ide. Not Slow Tide Now, No - But Slwo
Slow
Tide, But it abide Slow Tide Tide Slow, Tide Slow
Slow Slwo - Slwo Wlow woe, The bigger th show the
Slow Slwo.
Tide, Slwo - Slwo Slwo -
Tide Wid WId Eye SL sSl
Slow Sl Sls Sl e
Sl SL le sl e
SL e l LE
SL
SLioue
LS sl SL sl o w WO
SL O
SL TIHenik
TSL SLwo WO Show wo OW
Slop LS ow sow low ow ow
Slow
***
4. CANTO III:
Pfft.
Fun you, Man ! you don’t even. Fffft.
I don’t “ GET “ You - Srsly, whut du fuk ?
You Old, Man. You just - Non Sense.
Don ’t make no Sense.
No Coin Involved here, that ’s the TRU
And Dumb, Shit jut
Shit Just Dumb.
Like
“ Mouth Going - YADDA 0
YADDA 0
Gadda o “
Like Goddam Seinfeld or some shit.
Don’t even know what you talking about, Bra
Bru, What’s up you ? I mean - Way I see it,
You wasting your, You’re wasting theirs - And worst,
The
ABSOLUTE WORST
of all,
You’re wasting’
MY
Time ~!
S’up Dat ?
***
5. CANTO IV :
The Worms go in. The Worms go Out.
The Worms go in and then they go out. The go in
through your nose. They go in through your eyes.
They go in through your ears and then mastasticise
The Crawl from the ground, end up in your ass -
They crawl all through the gut & don’t take out
the trash. They eat like Cockroaches & don’t
like your jokes,
They make pound ground sounds and they always
bum smokes -The Play dice in bars and they mess
with your head. If you don’t watch out now they may end
up in your bed,
These worms, they’re like fleas.
These worms, they’re like hooks,
These worms, they’re like crabs who infest
crazy nooks.
These worms have no eyes. These worms have no
lungs. If you buy the next round these here worms
will have fun
Don’t Bogart that Joint
The Stoned hippies writhed on the ground, surrounded by skinheads & police officers. They’d already finished with the gang-bangers. It was sort of the equivalent of working down a list
Feather Pedal Death
The stillness of nature is nothing compared to the roaring sirens of space. These meteors, these junk chunks of frozen rock & ice, Metal man -They scream as they point towards earth
Your Leather Bucket Has Arrived
Slowly the coroner reaches into the pumpkin. She pulls out handfuls of elastic orange goop, stringy & perpetuated with little tear shaped ivory pips - I later learned that they were seed.
Your Bed, My Brothel
The Corn Scoop gang had struck again. Farmer Schnitz was totally dumbfounded. Despite all the careful measures - Slowly shakes one’s head. Go-Ley. Even the goose seemed a bit sad.
Touch Me there, My Beloved
The blankets have wrapped around both of us like the lovers we once were. The sun shines bright through the window that is splattered with body fluids. Why the fuck don’t they leave ?
The Plant died again
A Scorched dessert where once was a verdant plain. A craggy dead beach litter with shards of plastic. Chief Jay Strongbow in tears, and the devil laughing to the sky as it turns red
The Ice - Broke !
These parties are all the same, the bored man yawned in a quite affected manner. The obviously schizophrenic dilettante appeared to be completely ignoring him. In about 35 minutes, of course,
Does this food look
Like it is something you’d like ? Or did you already eat ? I wanted to ask you earlier, but as you know - I was busy eating myself and now I’m crying please let me out of this room ~
Have you ever touched
a ball of spiders in the sticky sun ? These spiders are not Glass - They are not Bats and
They are not a
Mammals.
You have to accept that these spiders are as often as they are.
If you crack
s
A window
a
around here, You will have to pay for it - Like, not a parable. In cash. Money - Up Front.
***
2. CANTO II :
The type of girl she was, she’d know you were coming. She seemed some how
alway ready for you. Deflecting questions. Coy & sly glances, and a quick laugh
the moment you begin to falter. And yet somehow, moments & flashes of kindness.
An unexpected meal prepared. A reference to a esteemed colleague. A note left under the
windshield wiper. And that one time in the park -
The officer stepped down from the podium located in the middle of the round-about.
He wistfully tugged on the corners of his rather spectacular mustache and made a circle
motion with his arms, stopping traffic long enough for him to mind the gap, and step up to
a disfigured bigger who was stuck in a rather awkward looking yoga pose
“ SOUPS ON ! “ Yelled the Grand-Mom as quickly as she could, getting out the way of
the rush of bodies through the hollow narrow wooden opening. This living mass comprised
of scale and fur, plates of steel and open veins. Tentacles and stinger. country singers.
If you put your boot right - There - he said, demonstrating, it don’t stay the same for long.
Dang - Slowly intoned the fat one ( I suspect at this point he may be the stupidest cadet in our
grouping ) He then pulled it up and - As warned, we had to step back from the bright flash
“ You Skunks have no business here “ said the gangster man in the gangster accent “ Heh “
Crime boss had to laugh. - Listen, You Mugs - All the mugs in the joint turn to listen -
“ Your lives, they’re like toilets to me. I could write a letter and make you vanish. “ - The
Old woman ( Some would say Hag ) in the corner started to wail, and trilled her tongue
like some sort of rare disease. “ shit - “ say Crime Boss - “let’s get out of here ! “
three kids lay in the gutter. Their backs are facing up to the sun, and it is a nice sunny day.
Two of the three kids have stains on their shirts. One has no pants on. They are all splashing
in the mud and singing songs. I was going to write that their hands were tied behind their backs
I suppose that would have somehow been better ?
***
3. CANTO III :
Slow. Tide. Slow Tide.
Die Tide ist Slow
Slow Tide. Wide Ide. Not Slow Tide Now, No - But Slwo
Slow
Tide, But it abide Slow Tide Tide Slow, Tide Slow
Slow Slwo - Slwo Wlow woe, The bigger th show the
Slow Slwo.
Tide, Slwo - Slwo Slwo -
Tide Wid WId Eye SL sSl
Slow Sl Sls Sl e
Sl SL le sl e
SL e l LE
SL
SLioue
LS sl SL sl o w WO
SL O
SL TIHenik
TSL SLwo WO Show wo OW
Slop LS ow sow low ow ow
Slow
***
4. CANTO III:
Pfft.
Fun you, Man ! you don’t even. Fffft.
I don’t “ GET “ You - Srsly, whut du fuk ?
You Old, Man. You just - Non Sense.
Don ’t make no Sense.
No Coin Involved here, that ’s the TRU
And Dumb, Shit jut
Shit Just Dumb.
Like
“ Mouth Going - YADDA 0
YADDA 0
Gadda o “
Like Goddam Seinfeld or some shit.
Don’t even know what you talking about, Bra
Bru, What’s up you ? I mean - Way I see it,
You wasting your, You’re wasting theirs - And worst,
The
ABSOLUTE WORST
of all,
You’re wasting’
MY
Time ~!
S’up Dat ?
***
5. CANTO IV :
The Worms go in. The Worms go Out.
The Worms go in and then they go out. The go in
through your nose. They go in through your eyes.
They go in through your ears and then mastasticise
The Crawl from the ground, end up in your ass -
They crawl all through the gut & don’t take out
the trash. They eat like Cockroaches & don’t
like your jokes,
They make pound ground sounds and they always
bum smokes -The Play dice in bars and they mess
with your head. If you don’t watch out now they may end
up in your bed,
These worms, they’re like fleas.
These worms, they’re like hooks,
These worms, they’re like crabs who infest
crazy nooks.
These worms have no eyes. These worms have no
lungs. If you buy the next round these here worms
will have fun
