I smear the walls of my cave with boiled green bananas,
Strut out on one foot, donkey-kick with the other –
Outside’s a big game show,
Nobody is hurt unless they want to be that –
You best be the one who don’t not crack back.
It’s easy! It’s peasy! It’s perfectly squeezy!
Put a hand to the throat of dear Clotho and grip –
Why must it have been borned?
This exlament version of you…
Inch up to wrongdoing but keep the self-respect.
I must remind myself
Don’t relieve yourself on the pavement
That hasn’t messed with you yet,
Keep one eye on the Pretty Femoid
one on the wooden bus bench –
I’m all wrapped up in cruel assignments today,
No time to examine
If exhibit B is pulp or grain –
It is our secret, okay?
Bury it under inches of concrete.
Hey, go on then… get on to work!
the sweetie, she moves…!
Takes a sip of a coffee!
Take a blue stone wrapped in
silver hat-fleece to both my eyes –
That is the final curtsey of the Moon.
I taste clock drift, packet loss –
Buying shoes with the dollars of the day
Freshly shaven ice-legs in jelly clogs –
The thought of her still loves me up a little,
As I trudge up ramp walk into emptier passages.
Refrain from bothering me again.
She will see she will see,
When I shove her awake in the morning,
How egg-like the world is,
silent, speckled brown –
Get waist-deep in Pond O’ Pantone Oh Thirteen,
Stab my breakfast in its shoulder of apple meat.
Wait as I
Slow-pour a pineapple slushie onto
really heating things up for her while I
climb over Blumen’s churning
slippy slippy that padded foam,
drippy drippy my pool
mouth full of
sequins and nackle.
I’ll be carted back
To the beginning of the rainbow
After-after having completed my Battle song,
Sporting tutelage of Cambridge,
And seen behind the fiery curtain there.
Ahhh, to see those eyes misty,
When Earth be young –
Hey, not me, not me!