To the clicque of hooves on the cobbles by Tevere

the frankfurter made from ashpaste

which

covered in its bagelschnitzel

must be waorm

at the bedroll base of the brain

this chinchilla horse

I take thee for mine ankhfaurther

and I take thee

ash homunculi

with your chinchilla tricorne

bleeding

why is a bloodnet

the sum

between the elongatated

donkey

whose stubborn linquistic claw

virfodes

these statutes

all dream

of my covered face

i once went naked as you

but attracted

hemogoblins

now in the home

i sheathe my forn

in cations

of fine teak

ringletted sarcophaguys

this is a mint julep

from an elderly werewolf

roger

will you take it

to kentucky?

when nature sees red

it isn't naturally communism

space allows

for many potentially stupid ideas

all to become sucesses

or fey lures

to green keys

how did we get to that place again in the code

where narcissus

and marsyas

are the same person

and we lay there in a pool of blood

gazing lovingly

at our skinless

reflexive

girldle

thank god

the ground possum is here!

girdle

girdle

on a satan poodle

and make him a delivery truck

chasing its own

tale

Happy Golem daze!

(ghosts move about me patched with histories)

I can't see the flourish for the sneeze!

I wish you'd let me be your poet laureate

inside a horse girldle.

BoooKoo

Harem

Underpants

and things.

Capoquadri.

I can't get the picture out of my head.

My brain is a lumpy grey unicorn

and the horn is pushing out!

Welcome to Terraforming 1901.

We will be your interleaders

smelling of urine cosmoknots.

I wish you the best of LUG!

yes,

but what will they do in return?

I'll play the origami harmonica

to crippled whale children!

and live with Jacobite monkeys!

If I am an idea

then you are two blind eyes..

Yes! I hate the way you hate!

I hate you for hating!

I love only

the ashen

waterlilies

of frog jelly.

What if the sun disk she wore

was actually a large head-mounted lens..

and those special acolytes

were the ones with their faces melted off

in the procession..

All sculture

is Randptchure!

I like its synthetic

weasel breath noises..

for desert herpes

and ISTLAME.

mostle people dontle realizle

that today

is SEMIOTIKONDWANNA!

I just now learned

that I was looking in the mirror

even when I turned into a cotton gin rummy 

soldier chocolate.

I feel like

drinking

myself.

The long poem

is

The long poem.

a

a

just a

just a 

fluffy day

and the great balcony

upon a wide

and unknown universe

coffin cricket!

This punch line

is no joke.