Their duet
Floated up to the high ceiling
Off the canvas went the grass
And their fleeting feeling
The many roomed manor
Where the clasp let down the hair
Or the shadow escaped into sleep
The dance upon the sheets
The window open to the night air
Tree leanin’ since storm hit
Track covered in goose shit
If there’s a connection what is it?
The breathy french exchange
Dans le telephone
Puzzled the listener
C’est donut dropped
Upon c’est lap
And the target escaped
Via (francais) je ne sais quoi
“Fuggit we gotta start ovah”
The ponytail
Of the cult leader
Waggled as he promised
The fabled city
His eyes almost crossed
With his rejection of society
The ponytail was a fake
Caught in the dentures
Of a pilgrim on the take
He shivered without it rolling
On the stage
The new bald age
B movie actress
Pumped up lips
Bright blue eyes
A chin that somehow
Twinkles
Is paid in gold
To stroll the park
With octogenarian
Who says he’s an aquarian
But she knows better
He’s an aquarius
She won’t make a fuss
About anything
And when his leathery
Arms
Flap like wings
She will widen her ceruleans
And admire his certitude
Whiskers fell
Tangled up time
Shaving cream
Still on the dream
Clock
The grinding white noise
Was descrambled
And there came a sample
“He smells”
“She waddles”
“There’s a secret compartment
In his apartment
That holds his wife’s
Index finger in a jar”
“Have you seen the scar?”
The Gossip Getter
Began to infect his brain
He hid it under his belly
When he went on the train
And at work turned the dial again
Between his ears
There grew a globule
Containing the cruel voices
Dripping with grue
And foam his mouth
And The Gossip Getter
Hummed and heated
The spatter on the wall
Shot from his leaking nose
Asked him
What was the matter
It was all true
She stirs in love
With the beans
A hot sauce in between
Then she adds
A dash of sad
To shadow the toots
And scorched roots
Halfway through
If you fall over
It may be gas
Or a new lover
Who can really
Deduce
Chewing the gum
Rotating the cud
Shooting the shit
Nipping the bud
He never really
Understood
Flapping the jacks
Chasin the jakes
Jumping the cracks
Raising the stakes
He found the language
Stupido and fake
Preferring grunts
And gestures
He caused much displeasure
Wherever he did roam
Silly little gnome
The buoyant moon
Treetops
The kite’s twine
Has been snipped
And the moon’s face
Flipped
Spotlit
The tousled
Sea’s
Wine cork
The spoon of the
Night
Then lightning’s
Fork