the music makes a rake where leaves have yet
to unfurl their blasting spirit
the twitch is notched in calibrations so the febrile
clergy might know how much force
to levy upon the faithful the roadmap took a tranquilizer
for a sense of purpose the bouzouki slapped
the ass of donkey as he tumbled down the shale of politics
the virgin said yes yes yes to a deafening chorus of
beermugs pounding the leadpaint off the table
where he danced wearing rusty milkpails of pinesap
covered not by insurance as it was the truth and
good enough for mr bigbucks
the bully threw rocks at the reflection of good in the
pisspool he left for a thirsty dog
the continuing rain made a mockery of the desert so
they laughed a long cry the seasoned shishkabob was
so flipping patient at the canceled hanging
the wall was not a fence but a barrier to the wall
that might outfence the fox
the shovel and rake and bulldozer turned the corpses
so that worms could exit
the brothels chief artillery was a herpes so complex
it made the pentagon look vapid
the camel learned to drink oil. that is how
he got the logo everlasting the humor spilled out
of the camp into the faces of orphans
until halloween's recall celebration was groped
from the feminist by a nazi now armed with nukes
it did not help, we could smell blood upon
typewritten smiles the millionth fly ate a
smorgasbord of poop and washed it down with the Oregonian
the zit that could not pop had an
unelected head of state the phrasing left
me speechless. luckily i had a camera and
plastic implosives the pregnant barbie doll a cultural weapon
the unwed took a seat next to the underfed
under the foot of the wellbled the bob hope tribute
shuffled aside by death of john ritter b.cuz 3's company
the upsurge was put down but it bobbed back
wobbled truthfully toward purity
the sand and storm were one with the milita man who
felt bespeckled in chaos the swan
& the sword did a silken dance by the oasis
the evening let down a fragrance of figs until the nomads
were wrapped in heaven the head had redemption
that governed the evil once could aspire to the gnat
and the turtle and the buzzard gave counsel
to the understandings lost on the fallen
the rations were severely passioned until caution
was the currency of fashion the only way
i can create this illusion is to paint a music language
i don't understand from a million wastes of
today trees who need certain conditions or they
exhume their roots and begin
Cut short
2006, the dalles, oregon
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