ain’t chopped liver get the manual
have a face like a bucket of smashed
crabs hurting for certain don’t
think about making a fashion
arrest in this hype joint have you tried
hospital food? because i’m feeling like
a bag of string right now if you don’t collar
the jive you’ll feel the physics random
acts of play excluded rattling about a loose
energy streak across the river crazy
county pines pines trailer
pines at choke point less
amazing shape pattern boasts for this
jitterbug in need of a drop in the
shannon & no ankle taps he asks can i
buy this on the never tick? to which i reply
does a chicken have lips causing that dog
towner to go
beef city meanwhile
global battlefield
bumper to bumper screaming demons
much influenced my writing style around the time i
quit the pop band white horse because
getting our sad on in such simple
bold compositions was all gong no
dinner & ode to cracks discovered upon
a power station reactor in south-west
england proved to only be the start initially you were
all wisteria snagged by a wait-a-minute thorn
bush in big foot county bright red clusters
bare winter branches your distinctive
signature was upon the road to wanker’s
doom then got word of
fist city velvet fog checked your nerves & were all
about that something germinating around the
cackle factory bursts out in fairy lights only to be
distorted by drizzled bands of grey
white pigment before termination by
sophisticated elements that’s
what i’m aiming for
that was my roswell the 1st 7 days were
the worst bright lemon yellow stained
scorched cramped i paid for
the coffee rather than drink from
the fire hose because all that lickety-spit
extolling of a city upon the hill got me dreadful
face ache so come eventual stand-off against complex
mix of hedonistic colors abstract light i went base
over apex piss-to-windward search
& avoid he’ll know how many beans make
5 smoking loco weed in cockroach castle with
his swell pipes preventing this whole thing from
collapse i feel you but can’t reach you through
the gammon & creamed spinach whereby lies
the nuts ‘n’ bolts she said & proletariat drift settles
into warm cluster attrition & they’re totally chill about
giving the cat another gold fish & renewing your royal purple
yankee white clearance which besides
the wildflower roadsides between squaresville & snake’s navel
idaho is the only thing that will ever give me comfort
glass of lunch with some bombsville face stretcher
my 2nd rate hometown is usually the scene of such
meetings fair question would be what’s on the rail for
the lizard? if you find this less than
gross perhaps you should provide comforting
support because i’m more attached to
unsettling backlit places than people viewed today through
minus 7.5 but minus 6 would have done glimmering to the
accompaniment of some kitsch orchestral score giving
me the terrible urge to strip back & edit then
shave the muck am likened to ___ my day is___ my numbers
are ___ my color is___ am adept at___ can help with___ representations of
me are strategically placed to deter retro sci-fi aesthetic cobwebs floodlit center stage i
could change black dog for monkey but your arms & legs must
be painted on &
we have a name for
people like you where i
come from &
that name is
king
