OK then,
keep taking each EXIT,
until navigating
a docile sheep's track,
until the
end
proves slack in artificial answers.
These are people who shall
SCRIBE our words
unto human papyrus
and the Monks (!) of Erxoth
shall invoke the Chosen
words
of the cosmic humm,
TAKEN
from the nuclear tunnel borer.
Arsonists wheeze gazing into
private profile, broken legs
and severed idolatry cut at the knees
with striped VEINS
littering the armory.
Who among THEM massages the Goat,
that he purrs like a cobra?
Forgotten butter on the toast, or
that piranha has legs.
The plastic beings quietly pray
in pleasure, as they are set in folk song of Sumatra.
Panic born of flattened hate!
Now banished to endless hyperspatial
places.
It is where the jaguar brains are kept.
(Blueberries
in the next cubby
HOLE
over. Water spouts and drainage
for the full victory.
Snouts are opened in a Tom Cruise snarl.
YES,
the whores of Skúvoy shivering,
faces hidden.
Cull meaning from whitened
HYPOTHALAMIC
death rattles.
Liken the nights to the dimming of cognitive
function, but before the light flickers.
Wide open pathway
where thoughts of deeds
are transferred between
the dimensions with EACH beat
of heart
measured in angstroms
and the flemished line of seamen
rendered in disarray, the focused
GHOSTS of facilitators
from the government
function.
Continued watching of the Guardian Angels
(with Firm Tits).
The wall under eyes impaled by fucksticks.
Waning gibbous,
cavorting with chimps,
the fleeting joy of being filthy in private
while choosing the floor and some material.
Grapple the thoughts and share the journey.
It shall be inflected inside the fulcrum curve.
You BLACKOUT
and reintegrate with the shadow bullies
flitting about
the playground, the BLACKTOP map
with all fifty states.
Stand in each one as the southernmost
MAN
meditates after sleep.
Dogen's thigh sliced by yarrow.
MIDNIGHT
and
the Ocean sing cooling off cement scripts
and
steel water.
Department store populations levitate
as fleshless corpses.
