Spoke shaves no one speaks,
coffee makes up fresh coffer,
Niagara falls,
the sun goes to the bathroom.
Eight thousand word month.
All hail Marx-Lennon
Iconic scions
Mock dead empires
~
Afternoon is among us.
Come listen here
where fresh fungus grows.
Razing history erases mystery.
Careful with that axe Eugene.
Smooth as a baby’s bottom
As clear as crystal
Vivid crack starting pistol
Two days down this slowmo week:
legging it.
Deep down under Crimson Hill:
legging it.
see no light feel plenty heat:
legging it.
Hobnail rattle on indented brick:
Legging it.
Walking the plank with Skipper Jack Smack:
legging it.
breaking my neck wreck my back:
legging it.
Walk the horse over the hill:
legging it.
Grunt, push, grip, step, take a breath:
legging it.
Splosh, plash, creak, and crunch:
legging it.
Echoing echoes doing my head:
legging it.
Better off living better off dead:
legging it.
No light at the end:
legging it.
Show me who switched if off:
legging it.
*
Sound no vision
Dum-de-dum-d-dumb-e-dum
Be heard but not seen
Dum-diddum-d-dada
Unread…but not red
Dum-de-dum-d-dumb-e-dum
What Caroline said
Dum-de-diddle-eee-argh
Once upon a time
Fairy tales were little stories
There was a mad dog
Prone to foaming saliva
Stale coffee dregs and tulips
His name was not Fang
Despite popular belief
It was Oliver Socket
Just to put the record straight
Give a dog a bad name, heh?
After the mist comes
a very fine drizzle,
all mixed together
the mizzle
~
Temporarily blinded
dazzled by bright light
on a puddle,
a puzzle
~
I am mute,
Smacked dumb stricken
Gob cannot function
a muzzle
Schadenfreude, schadenfreude
Everymorningyou greet me
Small and white, carmelite
Clean and bright, anthracite
Youlookhappyto meet me…
Inner scented oriental mood,
Two tone shoed,
culminating on a Zube,
~
neon lit chicks
insinuate
titter chatter.
~
That was now.
Can you imagine
how good that is?
~
You are smoking
Casually
Consciously
~
Smoking
On a noir street corner.
You are wearing a hat.
A grey hat.
It is a busy street.
High buildings.
People teem.
~
A city.
Night.
Sultry.
~
Am I right?
~
Fancy an omelette
I do.
Fresh green salad?
~
Sounds good.
Stale green salad.
Sounds odd.
~
Let’s go eat
anaesthetize
some skies
~
Byrd Parker with strings
Theolonius at wing
Coltrane opening favourite things
A nightingale sings
Sublime kind of blues
Damn this goddamned day
Priapic pig fest pranksters
You know where you live
Bomb and the world bombs with you
Squeal and you squeal alone
Grimbeau 