Your Friend Wanted You To Halve This

in this line you get administrable
this one took away your epitaph
via a sign “beware your regions”

this denotation is not really here
it helps to strengthen your fright
like the vagabond of duckweeds

everyone in this country is named
Owens or after a poached pickerel
the chief has a postgraduate hatchet

you must acculturate your parts
develop some amity with a peach
it all adds up to multinomial crabs

they traded the crystallite for coal
it was all relatively exogenous then
in Nippon where the chestnuts lit up

and this is your democratic arc length
with a special cameo by that hatchet
a primal game show gusty pirate breath

in the village they bought a category
the arctangent of a dead cassette race
with alacrity they appointed a giraffe

now all the children gyrate like Lucian
of the bedpost and definitely westward
Deanna’s trill in the heart of the caulk

ingot of that rare blue Scranton eyesore
it’s bamboo to the hundredfold demoted
and a goat named Strom a sectarian foam

do you have the lines to striate finally?
the solitude of weight? a cousin to bone?
or let it all bracken gratis for the prestige

which fable presages a stevedore on junk
his chromo shows a sphere on a stump
and the trees around there are clattery

in a moment we’ll visit the Carthaginian
stuck in the clay of Middleton times god
but where're the crypts we came to analyze?

in absentia the mayor has a pancreatic spot
there’re those who’ll feed on him via Sterno
dials set to “watchful” “gluey” or “horsefucker”

that should have been in neon and yucca
the bullhead on the billboard in Pittston
a heaving great excitation under the levee

and who shall we say is calling Tulsa a blot?
Aeschylus in his Bose wigwam running lines
a moral on the cowardice of the coffeepot

why say what’s counterintuitive to a barfly?
the Capitoline running unregistered lava
or it might be the chartreuse Tom Sawyer

killing his way across Venice in his waders
California the first course for all Godzilla’s
friends often spend their Tuesdays dying

dame skirt twist moll doll babe ascendant
with belated profuse apologia for the wolves
and no appreciable variance in these heats

then a voice from the hills and a reprimand
Lamont Cranston Betelgeuse a high hurdle
as credible as a Quakeress shooting her sushi

but aren’t those skies all nasal? and that acorn
you can feel stuck up under your cantle a poke
your daddy saw Mars in the arms of a housefly

these aren’t anyone’s words but Plumb Bob’s
ate a Corvette with the thought of his lungs
and we lean more leeward with every cough up

now count each individual secretion here
so as to be aware of the calamity of a sash
in Abyssinia where Chevrolet collects dust

and the dust demons don’t recognize you
for the germicidal Typhoon in your briefs
a dry water ad libidinous as that meat lady

with only the fibrosis to hold up her peroxide
and her trenchermen shot down for smiling
what is the combination to a newborn noise?

at last we get the part where the prep pays off
in a rara avis resin and cold clock mechanisms
say excuse me for my accuracy Mistah Grackle

none of the photolytic influence could melt
the waiter’s advantage in height his tongue
a socked eye infestation a camera quashed

this is your clique and this is your petroleum
obligatory as corrigenda on the end of a dart
or the mouth that makes the moonlight a roof

might find itself on a familiar black ice road
ergo the direction of the dick where north lies
with a brick and those margins are the difference.