fast binders

fast friends make friends fast

don't eat: them: fast: friends: relish them,

your dog may be hot

but the bun is bland and blown with sand and grit

of which we eschew

in pickled sweetness brine

chewsy until the molars drop

not from the gums

but to the floor.

full of gold no doubt, scooped up by friends, no doubt

redeemed in lieu of having to sue.

howjadoo? howjadoo?

"and you shake their little hands/

howjadoo"

it is known as an advance

ain't no friend of mine

is a refrain i disdain like dylan on pain who caint unsplain the scrit of brain

(google calls THIS spam

their sausage servers smell it and says it's too spicy)

"i'm wild about their loving/

i like to have my fun"

how you forge friends

you put it out there

d-day style

and ask 'em to take your check

for their questionable goods:

wanna peek under the hoods

coulds shoulds and drill for oil the peckerwoods

oil that must be refined

must be bottled and divined, as to purity

for intricate cogs require lugubrious

attention: howjadoo?

you shake their little plans up and down,

how do you do?

water time

water in the basement

where it should not be

water in the knee

watered down screed

water for the unthirsty

water on the summer orchard

there is one time and place for hydration:

nature's time.

our time is a wet towel

and 6 sets of nostrils, 4 nostrils dry

it's a board decision

chess, candyland, parchesi

parched easy.

oh, swell.

toward the 4th quarter locker room sermon

either play ball or keep yer cajones

in a safety sack on the shelf

either way, it's take your tour of the sausage mill

because things fall off that shelf all the time

bumped off

knocked off

whacked off

offed on and off, switcherooed

it's more of how you work the ball

than play it, cuz it won't take quarters

and all work is free

while play costs arms and legs

what we do and don't

measure our can't eye levers

tipping balance toward stability.

period, the size of a ball.

range

own a home

buy a lie

bed a dream

sleep a life

bleed a day

feed a home

rotten wood

indians gone

* * *

now, they're timber barons

begging toothpicks

for casino martinis,

slumdog zillionheirs.

*** *** ***

poor form

forms poor

farms, grown

of groans.

never needed a farm

needed range.

will show

accumulating a loyal following

is the job for flea collars

ringing miami.

a disloyal following may by definition, lead.

to shed attachments

was buddha's occupation.

to add superfluous foot kissers is to have slippery paws.

to slup is divine.

when buddha's cuisinart

lost a blade you bet he went online for a replacement.

put it on credit.

will show, honey wine.

flea collar for an equator in love

baby bird can half fly

baby duck can swim twice pecking fast

slow food moves profit lines

here, it doesn't wanna hear, it. shrillings are worth

big know. eaten, the bug

flies thrice, masted. masticated and eschewed,

with can't eye levers

sheer primordial autopilot.

if you want,

you find. water under the webfeet,

claws drawn up into torsoes not quite flying but almost not crashing

i'm in love

with agony.

what else will leave me alone?