What Sources Gabble On About In Spades

I.
We were discussing

“the photogenic bride
Of Shelley’s Frankenstein”…

no…

We were discussing “evil twins”
Of dump site Zero—

Niagara Falls…no…

Theories of gamma rays bursting
(onto scenes)

In heaven
I have shoes…
& I think…shoe laces made of anything

lead or neon
Sandwiches

Sequentially eaten
Raw with duck eggs

Though lettuce in them
Left us unquenched

The advantage is yrs, iron mike



II.
Elements contain
Lipsoft for women

As Vivaldi

Ropes musical canisters
Making lice a star

Dome—

Matter was our source
Of this evening’s topic

Was better off dead
Than a spider

The bread was our topic
Of which. It is.

As was: rien…maintenant rien…

Toujour maintenant rien,

The rice kernels burn
As though gassed

Atavistically yrs,
Nate Turner


III.
A continuum
Often mistaken
Went flaccid

Foraging a Universe

Of aluminum foil
Boiled potatoes

Are nominal
Mesh

Of
Autumnal equations

Meet
The stranger’s
Eye

Only ice matters
In the fist

Of hate
I hammer
& hammer

My
Self

A token


IV.
No longer the style of winter robes
Are small & naked

turbine efficiency

In token submarines

of silly silly
glass underwear

of subconscious light
becomes lumbering
factoids

At the speed
Of soft butter

melting
A crawdad

Is licentious—

A pauper’s sex drive
Tossed

In the mix


V.
A substantial balling clap

& the light snaps on
Melons & bacon

Bitter in anything’s suave salad

Of celestial beets
Purple till we snuggle then strangle

Chef Pluto the Elder

In synch with
I am a billabong

A reindeer of significant
Existential roles

Played by anal trajectory
Of indifferences

On lunar surfaces
All pocked
& cheesy animus

(we relegate our business)

toad stools that
hinterland & I forgot

Keep records
That I divulge!


VI.
We want you to discuss

this with us
& that with them

Defend every point

of no return

as a non sequitar
Non sense being the automat

Portrayed as a g-spot
The entire aspect holds court in its hands I am dynamite

Ice monkey
Battling for tuna

My rage
In a Dixie cup
Is a great way to meet

chicken coops

Blended families
For god sake

My stove pipe
Hat yr pork pie hat
Are a pink that is little

A prank
All-inclusive

Of living proof

of life
(& deaf)


VII.
Call us
PUNK’T

Culled from
Reminiscence

I’ll tv
You later, mossy clan laser beam

I’ll taser
Yr efficiency, fridge raider eye patch of soulless soul patches
Our reception is bear

& stranger than Thailand
From Tylenol


VIII.
I am a boot
Of Milan

Observing a railroad

The largest commercial source of

Lariat
Hgh freak went sea
Radio waves

on this western boat of
glee reminds us—

Treasure islands are far off
quasars

wither thou goest, umbrella drink?

Casino dolls masturbate

Pushing up
, doing ten or eleven

No governor

Or sprouts

Or mackerel-owl affect
Un-
Sailing Djuna Barnes

A half hour off


IX.
Onion heads either

A culling
Of little pinks

Big &

Huffing infernos closer than
Furlongs

A
Rush of

Alphabet

Discards (for the life of me)
Clean out of

Awesome Buddha
& next

I have nine feet
A swiveled intellect

A ruins of
A romance

Hair raising

Viaducts
To re-
Hash

—habilitate