blueberry oozie umbrella

often, a tornado fouettes upon the pasteur

and regales with a bounty of earth, machine,

and civilization. yet most salacious to the

boorish cyclone is the farm fowl, who's

feathers, upon encounter, are ravaged and

stripped, leaving the disrobed both vexed

and blushed

Probiotic Hearing Response

bibio bellybutton lint

only sometimes do i notice a lingering of

moral high ground if one succumbs to the

trivialities of our time and our surroundings.

the very act is justified not only when the

urge is sought by intrigue but also being

confidently aware of the consequences

webbed within itself. one may say the

dissonance of value against behavior

beckons it's exact negative or counterpart,

whose characteristics reward the preceding

and perceived underbelly of one's action.

spike the punch with lightning

constructing frankensteins

is like

dance in your room good

barbershop integer

the boo box if for real

...but what if everyone was required for one day

to dance from point to point wearing buttless chaps?

yoo-hoo is emperor of names

start it shot out the whale blowhole

wire the ignition and boost a beat

fresh from the boulangerie

spread word speak upon butter breeze

float the chorus between the crevice

absorb the orb to inner amber glow

raw tendency gear box blunder

booaaaii the rasta said me bredren

one dread one pocket mon

chain spitting

look beyond and unload

the moon lit between the tree leaves

and a pogo stick

humping the american dream

sever the scheme into pumpkin pie slices

and skip the months rent

throw the die on molded canvas

eyeball gunfight

my magic utter's spent

arnold palmer squirt guns

impossible mission

fizzlin the seltzer

tactics a'brewin

mind cauldron clashing visions

and bludgeon a private eye monocle

till the shards fall

and reflect a voodoo bone position

cackling crow spies a dancing caterpillar

fumbling autistic genius accidents

dogfighting above the clouds

like butterfly navigation system plush

peanut butter and banana style

a shy monster

Ugggggh...uggghhh....this song fucks me up sooooooooooo good

that it makes me cry and want to become love if thats even possible!!!!

I want to have a deep affair with this and cradle it forever.

em eeh oh speedwagon

gargling pacifism despite a tongue bite
and rattle the cage

in ant macros
mind be milling babylon affliction
sucker fable anecdotes and
marginal shredding fantasy non sequiturs
like distorted transmission distress signals
and steven hawking chorus echo dissonance

tumbling keyhole pocket picker
mouth vacuum a trail'a breadbrumbs
guised in minefield guerilla pessimists
ill contained in a cage
you stay numb