Both nocturnal entrepreneurs Accrued time when the table split open It was prearranged from time immemorial Each setting fit easily each gasp It just wasn’t fluffy : a kinda Mulch befitting bougainvillea A situation in which : the normal in us Sickens our hypothalamus Our ethics on a stage of hippocampus A parvenu situation gone awry Suffered evening upon evening Of blinding joke bombings : a Gong At the hour of our total sedation
Exchequer revival guns it up I-95 Slings ingredients till vilified Is filed / becomes believable A fact at a distance of 6 parsecs Most notably a pederast Dumbfounded flaneur asks Bob Freckle his incident report Made tongued by this sun Of pork : a possible outcome Delayed : paraphrase pouted thru tuna Portals : the novel ruminates On chapel prey –participle Cliff dangling off glacial icebergs
Soma “zero-one” constellates ideal A grid’s the result manic with lust Ars longa vs. penultimate vita brevis Swings into the swinging sewing Club night manager’s Lotus B-52 The Night Watch at crisis point Becomes Barthe’s ticket for mourners Who abbreviate death as a garden Or chicken salad sandwich Sunday but a dream in which A fourth durable span accelerates Across sunset on Sour Dough Mt. Pawning in our destiny of false teeth
Our authentic Rue Paul real hair wigs Set in 49er gold filigree mass mailing Culminate an existence water-boarded Free of the blasted chains on soft Lily Circa 2000 & the boat people on Fox Reality closer than hope on a rope Such domains regret little we suffuse With larger mannequins standing in Aardvarks are boat people too if you Listen their cry is plaintive & shallow Like a dead ringer’s eyes Time is a rule Loosen then titan but listen & long for This is a human this is our exit
Walt Whitman
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