Thursday, October 22, 2009

45*21

the bald painter sits above the egg drawing sunny-side up
ladybug infestation has subsided lacking all wonder
pigs can't lactate for your milk in spoon but hairy eyes
look up at you from under some thunderous grunt
it's time to split the neon hippie with the nose ring nose ring
I put a portion in my pocket and it makes for dog food
but the panthers left the terrain to the moose
these ruins San Cristobal de Las Casas are crumble
a third-eyed face with crown, this failure of paper
churns in time machine or was it a time machete
anyway, creating archaic milk to dissolve the bone from singing
we march along against our orders and it paints us
a child upon a leopard, a leapfrog to jackal
I thought it was a fox where I stood adjusting the rabbit ears
this lady with the tinfoil hat knows knows
the stream runs up hill to the mill wheel
with that great scene 3 when the celluloid bubbles
& we're still out in space looking for the rope

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