for Prince Piero Ginori Conti
I'm an out of the closett
Chromoselectional.
I really get off on picking colors
to display to other forms of wildlife.
I was kicked out of the Stellar Cartography Institute
for publishing a treatise on the pornography of stars
called:
"Loving the Light Years,
You've come a long way baby."
Being a professional priest
in the Church of Catastropping Loonacing
has alot of drawbacks, something like
15 wary lodgers have come up to me
with soggy coupons complaining
of Textual Agues and Panes.
I just give them ad hoc communions
saying, "Take Eat, this is the Aztec Steampunk
of Hinayana Youngblood, This is the Liquid Panzer-
Paneer of Plasma Panda Sandals.
This is the Pinocchio Meatloaf Concert
of Negative Illinoise.
Take drink, this is Gerrymandrake
of Renaissance Pulque Soda, given to you
by the Braintesticle Hoodornament
of Carlos Castaneda's Pyjama lama Sampo-Nagual,
a sailing lesson
from body-surfing
RC Cimmerian Hulk Nuns
hooked on Phonics..
Go in peace, Language
is not the Temple Above Tragedy
but it plays one on Television..."
