Heidy heidy hi. Heidy heidy ho. Listen to the chop
of delicatessen Joe. Chick chunk plunk and a bumpety bump bump. Snip. Snap.
Snoop. Holy befuddlement of the cheese grater. Little slices of Choctaw stump.
Sioux City bristle on a fallible yarn. Dwarf star croak. Buckthorn buffalo
clambake cracker. Cavefish bicycle bloom. Word salad fricassee. Feed these
words your mind. Feed it rhyme. Feed it wine. Feed it a chair and a table and a
Venetian blind. Feed it philosophy and blood. Employ the graceful stride of Yul
Brynner. Impressionism deathwatch lamb. Deploy a reference. Gather hay. Murder
snow. Squash the languor of comprehension into lush confusion. Seed the air. Grow
a pack. Hang a sound of kitchen words. Excite the crisis of silence. Construction
rains ash let’s crash through it. Go for a tangential stroll. I abandoned the
palette and went straight to autumn. Antique smack of the moonlight reflection.
I guzzle an eager beat. Exult in cardboard. Shatter the potato mirror. Glaze
your denim. Enamel a configurational myth. Do it with an oat leg. Unpredictable
salvation cinnamon. Caress your flutter. Euclid’s sting is close to a square.
Paint this swell with heft and passion. The weight of the pumpkin chops into
pulp. Cartwheels control the materiality of the Fauve octagon. Oblige me to
arrive flowing through your buttons. Siege bread. Subtlety’s port exceeds the
envy of earth. Trek glue. I steadily persuade my moccasin onto my foot. Fix
this dynamic. The slide of my mouth occurs to a dish. The mirror spins
listening. Let’s exchange streams. Exemplify absence with pharmaceuticals.
Bubbles guide my hand across the paper. This is my impersonal predicament
sternum. Punchbag veins. Red eyeball inside a white skull. The zipper’s reach
mingles with a collar stud. My eyes grapple with a strangled coat. Vowels
remedied the lost consonant. Drop and bend. Grope cod opened in jingles. Ask
the escalator. Sensation’s hymn thrums through the Alleghenies. Unprecedented
adaptation in slouched despair. Secrete wire. Gray enhances the sting of the
tongue. Let it happen. Let it all happen. Happen and happen. See it all urged
into change. Every antique knife. Every abandoned affection. Hear it cry. My
phantom cry.
Monday, November 7, 2016
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