The Handsome Young Bottleneck

What do you say to Garth Asteroid and his pull down metal hat?

there are fields of the never filmed in your loops?

that and point out the expired copyright on his smack light

he took that badly and fired an Arab man-salvo in Sweet-n-Low flechettes

shaving his adaptive arms to the lye pits of the Jesus crevice

once drumk enumpf revealed the deleterious deals he was floating

he had long since herded like Sluggo would a dot

the unguarded shoals of the Arctic lilting tollbooth

keeping our shores bear free in a Piltdown line and rising

then to annihilate ants with a Ferris scope

and the eloquence of stupors

I see his jeans clamped to a trestle on the face of Maris Pedestal

where the give it the throttle boys then browsed a patch

better had cover your built-ins in lip balm to be safe

that ticking denotes a philanthrope

in the afternoons they affect a calligraphy pose

trying to digest all of the dunes we as deaf kids whittled to

the size of a cat-herd with the wood glue backordered

what we do in the nest is practice

when we ramble across the chart it’s serious

a blowback actor in love with a meter sheathe

there’s a teaspoon of triplet you have to drain

if it comes up black we’ll let it burn then capture its destiny

build a snow big bertha in the chill of the Persian sundog

red as a mountain of no regrets out on the town with Turgenev

he’s the kind of ruffian that befalls the damaged peeps

thus the gun stall in Six Flags Over Boot Hill and I dine with a sister

of the Ten Gallon Order but insinuate nothing more than Dodsworth

on the strain and leaking swanky

this business of the missing caviar giant baffles

but the more they scream the greater its power to exhilarate slabs

come in and let them review your breath

just saddled to go among the leases

the holding pews stuck up to Planet Blasted

with a handful of some bent nickel