a semicolon pause
common salt
commerce brown
hitching ride on a comma\'s sunny side.
where hides
so shall I follow
one hollow man
lollo-rosso red on uneven keel
picking through the suburbs of a drip
ripping artichoke through the bellows of the veal;
where kneels
so shall I beg
a proud horn of circumspect
with a keg of ale
drinking through the torture of a dream;
platonic love
white doves of sex are we on a polygraph
masked as blind intruders
on a dim and dull anagrammed ravine.
two slugs are we
performing arts nocturnal jamboree
as dead as night
skipping through the blood of tambourine;
how many more of forty-nine
must we
on our grave on sunset boulevard
harbour lights for the scarecrow and the crab
picking through the semen to the tree?
from Big Ben to the square of seventeen
one pound of spit
comic gold
epidural space between the eyes
where spies the grimace
lonely as a cow
where Satan spits his cream and dots his I\'s;
etude in black
sackcloth and poppy
a happy man on crack
no turning back
a bouncing boid
sixteen numbers short of heavens breast.
lemons zest
I love you Pocahontas doll
strolling through the windpipe of my droll
to swallow whole
my Marlon Brando effigy on the thin side of a mule
yuletide and log
a departure lounge for congress in a spin;
the gold of 1917
mother natures silver seed
our new home on the sun;