The tankle of broaching glask is so plearvant to the face Divid Boggle Sanks to mine her feels me much bitter. Comprendezvous non Ah hee! hee! hee! hee! hee! my laurphing eye cord juiced Scrame! “Warts me probelime” a fiend assks. Warts me probelime?! Know do I how? End wrinkle wrankly went the glask.
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Dog’s bane windowpane Sent the little one out on errands in the rain. A loaf of bread a jug of Schlitz, Poppies for puppies, Yuppies still got zitz. Amniotic fluid still wet behind the ears, Latent petulant druid with a charge plate for Sears. Time sealed in a capsule, The crepuscular dawn; Eos in tap …
Paced by Jesus
Jesus owns two Cadillacs A box of tools, and lives in Camden Near the baseball field.
John Hudak
Kill Art you make me hurt you jerk you fool you egomaniac you why do you do it what kind of release is this that you build yourself to try to gain a reputation you could sell your body on weekends for money and then to use yourself why don’t you kill yourself as your …
Clover Day
Margins of breathless senators wrinkled upwards cross the brow Poised lightly nonethe less Gift experiences. A weasel farts. I splay my feet on concrete Warriors appear and brandish ripe olives Codes are vivid, scrambled, stung in paper Lacelike fungus spreads defiant on the visage of the immigrant Wilted begonias encircle the junta in leering parody …
We Dive to Locate Querulous Atoms
We dive to locate querulous atoms We strive to placate virulent coatimundis We drive to octagons Pepto-bismol written on Gratuitous bombastic knees of fallen idols We liken them to pampered beetles We dampen them to prevent noisome gastric juices from splashing We needle nerds Emboldened, turn To embryonic turds We dive to locate querulous atoms.
Parkside Serenade
Diamonds glitter in the springtime sun, grass grows green under noon-time fun. People gather, front and rear, see the man who shows no fear. He stands alone at a plate called home, facing a man who pitches alone. Behind, in front, he knows the rules, it’s not just a game, he’s nobody’s fool. Long ball …
Life Without Googie
There is a band call the Virgin Prunes. They are really groovy, I love their tunes. But, there is a dilemma plaguing me, The departure of one, My fave – Googie. His hair is blond, His hips curvaceous. The clothes he wears never ostentatious. He was the band’s feminine touch, I surely will miss him, …
The Threat of Rain
Hello empty page. Hello empty mind. Hello empty bedroom, Hello empty time. Hello on the inside, how are you today? I fear I hear an echo, have you gone away? Hello Mister Grandeur, Hello Mister Plain. Hello Mister Please-Don’t-Touch, who is there to blame? Hello Mister Icicle, Hello Mister Heat, Hello Mrs. Wonderful, would you …
Where Fetal Narcs Cavort
IN ESSENCE neath the trimmings wreaked with love upon the boughs GREAT BLESSINGS leak from heaven down among the tilted mouths LIBATIONS meek with Laudanum impose their lofty growths on vicious mounds of pustules filled with consciousness below TIS US the craven populace enamored of seething drones, tis us from whom contentiousness like blood from …