Friday, August 14, 2009
the otter cannot see the other otter approaching under the ice
at night or the eel
against the eel colored blind spot on the spine of the culvert
destined in a fable
to reappear as a non-threatening penguin with airs of entitlement
and bleeding knee
an oink meant as a presentiment to the commission of the criminal
act of guffawing
at the visible boiling point in his education, buffed out by a gear in
a murder addition sign
and too well shaved for an emissary of the razors hailing on D.C.
take five shaved men
on a bandstand playing celebration to the chief, flying stormbound
against the comic rage
of Sarah McLaughriot in a perfectly white awning, winter pigeon
mannequins blown out
from their winter coats, twanged at by ice mosquitoes in toques
"There and then you'll be able to trial run your elephant fart routine
see if to do the unrated cut is acceptable
or you might get your share of ornaments removed from your senate seat
by swift downward pressure on the truth
the price an elected official can expect to pay off this national daisy chain.”
"Come, come, my fire engine, my end of the Chinese drill, no raccoons now.
What was the devil?
You wouldn't have sat in the real devil’s lap at the mall on end of sale days.”
"I had no eels with which to ram back your otter attack.” Tebald Greengill
Alcoa researcher had occasion to remark
”You are the only proof of your serpent charming license.”
See what your having friends has done?
“No donuts but you applied for a proving ground permit. By their thirst methods."
He was as thirsty as the day he was meant to have been born.
To be a paisley sacrifice, sister this and love thy that, all atheist biblical prating
and a tobacco pony reined to it.
The holders of the PO Box keys wherein the bombs were maintained at room temp
had made three milkshakes before noon of the day.
the mitigating circumstances drank too much sake in the sushi bar the night before
offending the none too goat friendly Panda keeper.
Would a pen full of lonely Panda and otter suspend convention?
You might if you had seen her.
The sight of her azure eyeshadow now brought it all back to him -
how he had coveted her catalog duds
and treasured the time she let him stroke her automatic elephant blunderbuss
whenever in the pen he thinks of his maximum penalty
he becomes sentimental
that shining moment he took the stage to present her to her party
and found the public attentive to her gun rack
regards it still as a present from the powers that fly in first that he himself was given
this singular honor, after he’d found the otters
had had another engagement and canceled with only a couple hours notice
She was wearing a dated dress he removed
with the crowd’s eyes as he entered her ahead of them.
"If," said Mr. De Volyooshun to a Gnome, "the deed to this hammered lid
was in fact the infamous overlook
it was only infamous in the sense that what is famous is fleeting
and what fleets fleets from a half steeped brain.
Its infamy is not in the Dillinger concealed in the wonder bra
but in how that fellow Marceau
was hardly a hymen.” The music of the death of pain got through.
And she looked surprisingly like an otter
in foam rubber runner up suit. An Oversight judges everywhere
will one day pay for.
Now all the martyrs have been vanquished
who can we trust to translate a safe lunch
from the Mandarin? Is it a crazy ass chicken
scratch menu? Or an exquisite chronicle
of an ancient heartbreak? Is that even real
Amerikan Chinese? Where are all the funny
fuck ups that make the fire containable?
No one killed for justice in days. And yet
there is a school, the blackout windows
watch you waiting for a bus each morning.
Nature’s wondrous dance of watcher and bus
passenger freezing at the stop. The lateness
of conveyance again, value added continuity.
Muy Bueno. The lunge of the universe sings.
He gave himself an Oscar for his penultimate
orgasm but his speech exceeded the time limit.
The looming danger of too many essential people
to thank. Befriended by the very friendly deities
all acting together like a battery life. O, black
and uncharted errata, how convenient that you
can’t get anywhere from here.
The lurch forward of the stopping threw
the bodies back like a motorcade headshot.
Loud was the noise that was heard and aimed
the gazes of observers focusing on a pigeon
fight visible beyond the light-up destination
sign. These were among the inconsistencies
that made it a good day, but not in court.
Through the cyclone he lost none of his fat,
having studied the resiliency of the shithead.
He practiced imitating contracting stars, without
the concomitant fairytale emissions. Nothing of her
influence survived his scoliosis of the funnies.
That once self-described glib tongue already grafted
to a bone in the blistering end of the garden.
So how, again, was a martyr constructed?
It had to be according to some Chinese puzzle
where you line up the borrowed warheads. Not
without some help from the Self Inflicted Auto Dealers
Group. They use their children to annihilate your soul.
So says the broken cross to the shattered crucible
of Milwaukee’s Best, ignoring the irony.
Close your eyes. Visualize yourself on a beach
attempting to achieve an erection with the help
of only a single oyster cracker. You do not
feel salt in the breeze. You have no sense
but can say the words, “Remote” and “Safety”
into an empty chamber. You need more booyah
from your lack of prowess.
Let the inconsequence, of which that vast expanse
before your stitched lids is largely a familiar mower
path, bathe you gently in scalding tomato soup.
A bus-like military vehicle runs over you hourly.
Try to count backwards from one.
Pretend that a beautiful woman
can see you breathing.