as Norman Finkelstein owns DUNG
that according to POODLE was made
of Saroyan's avid frags between
locally significant surface Winds
flicking off damask opera glasses
with form fitting baby pets in
your Left hand like SNOTRAG BRAGGARTS
slaughtering Ferengi pineapple lovers
saying 'Troglodyte! we see Hippie Year
GYROS!” he has decided about Dung
for Peace without a closetful
of Hootie and/or the Blowfish
and the bat ass spoke saying "am I seeing
traffic's laggy nature?” and the bat spoke
crediting Jim White for dissolving Permian
Sport Utility Vehicles when Blowfish
Monday proposes Finding the courage
cigarette with Wind honky meandering
creeks and back to BEBE REBOZO'S Dung
Settlement which does not lie to us OK
brilliant ranger-guided guided tour
it is PAST Slower Peruvian Guano smelling
of Carling Black Label (Hey Mabel down HERE!)
in the down Journey of Windows 2000 Why
the EF Was the Guano Peruvian? All the young
country poets go to the mailbox asking
intense remnants of quacking pulses if
everything is bundled up for
Der Fledermausmann using new active
ingredient the sky a pitiful boot forsaken
amongst ignoble elements what
wonders did orange eyes see from
the sides of an iridescent rose
quiescent in the lee of jejune red blood
this mortal wound now throbs toward
Ambient Music or RAP's finest hour
and is inured to rough-hewn sonnets
gorgeously above tension's surface but
bereft of false mummy hand and
local art fest only to survive
as a dung-filled blister with an
electric charge card for guidance
