The Gloss of Denim Birdhouse
and morning nursed by its picture
a heart reason prepared me a shipyard calendar
to type “red” or red raven as comb to commemorate the golden prayers
as “no eyes in the balcony extraction cord buddha to intellect ridgeback
with no me in the cord that connects buddhacore to ridgeback intellect
with sacred receipts, the wireless weft up unheavenly glare claw
nail department watercress,
glare claw watercress nail department unheavenly
wireless nail department egg easter and morning
and morning nursed by its picture the dice dice dice man
and wordsworth is pops, so say
“okay, oak camera
eggplants repeat single heron eye standing with floor pot richter
repeat single richter heron eye
single richter pot heron eye in the chakra cave
chakra caves ogre pain chipmunk igloos, and bolt to moon coral
moral pain, paved chakra
ochre caves paved in chakra igloo pain
igloo pain & wine scissors
in the solstice embryo divination field of mignonettes swallowing balconies
marmoset zaris sagoin and i'm in the cryomembranous divination field
swallowing saffron veils of balconies
in the saffron snake place strewn with medals he gazed
in graves inbox ajax the moth with grey heart
into ajax inbox, he read the innocence of duplicity
or the fragility of the heroic code
and watched her dip her light
in wounded balloons, watched the elder cat
dip her light of stethoscopes in sewer magic
to see microscopic swimsuits that hear saxophones frowning
where the world reeled in roaring tides
in ravines of poo pressed teacups clinking
where clock throat brain bargain typewriter teachings
effloresce aplenty
for popsicle apple code limelight
the bellman cried out a symbol of prey to rent body prey
salt and crossbone and chimes of poo
he flushed phone and crescent triple nipple and the rose sunglasses
trident eyes dna receipts
saying kettles, sound tracks, and you should enjoy this
with me in my two-humped motor home, with what better tympans
will you a line record?
of woe, a game pad emotion wry
i will you live in line with what lines will record
here in fearful face desktop, in sweat orb millet is dharma
with madness as divine punishment
with madness as the uttermost collies in archery
see friend, barracudas in barrels of snow
an eight-spoked traffic light chandelier asterisk
swinging storms of cellular expulsion
foreign backhoe foreign leafless tree
the chocolately chocolate prey as teacup breast
teacup milked breast button tent under leafless tree
relieved to know her tram links to cauliflower caveat
where ungulates undulate fleur-de-lis
lightning, touch leafy green circle! booth to allah eggplant
and as rain play commences: elephants elephant
in joy, and in field of prey, I face doberman pinchers as the road cherries
now cornflower, i raise pinchers
as the road cherries, the phonograph of penelope comes back half-complete
with popsicle-scarce efflorescences
the scroll dart musk button with interior rain play
as goddess, for in speech common crap falls to lemon
to lemon the sunflower, no
to dragon inside without a radioactive conjunction
to nest without toothbrush as earth letter beneath
for the giraffe two beavers down
and crown the head as it crosses each symbol
i blue book, i sit scarecrow
my monstrous hound shovels feathers shovels on the floor
shovels on the floor into the laughing bag of before
she spins intertwined from green, she telescope sin into coronets quinoa
on dagger-gloomed walkways the verb poor scrapbook alchemy
she teeter totters green-grey on the antennae of the grey moth rottweiler
through sieve-mouthed grooves and kiss space collision.
a sallow pug now, a rider grinning in old savagery
a bachelor in treespirits whispers me mouse maids
see friend, amphitheaters whisper baby fingers
for dryers ripe and the knife that cheeseburger limelights
it's passionate and feverish for unamused rucksacks
to cover out with advantage! a trilby parting red lip skillets
to grieve for a laugh just two liters down
railroad railroad railroad
i miss the robe robe racing
with its disautomated brain all feverish
the bereaved giraffe felt too bereaved to leave town