little steevie wonder

's burried. in many a mud piryamic did
kid wont keep it on down trying!
sitting a film
hearts the chromeworm wove
warm on the sleeve
its little steeve
-Y!
far from steezy.
oh its steevie!

dry_drops

from the weeping eye
I stop thinking of tigers
claws sawing dogs in half
evaporation occurs next
and lets guess that residue
thats left is a healthy reminder
to stay out of the jungle
a born again in borneo

stable for the horse's of course

plunder among the roots
stuck and crushed and sucked up
in fibrous heaven to the top
of luscious leaf faces,
ascorbic morticians and twisted silver did I
mention the burnt sun spot liver
images filling the pages of tackle boxes and
the horde of gold soon to be eroded and rained
down to coat ceramic dollars

flour of july

steep slopes keep the boat
a dry bucket for the water
some is in , riding around with us
breathing smoke to the fish chained to the bottom,
a cast a catch a caricature of class acts
.

though I am the only one who drinks this water,
floating red algae and albumin, fish shit and gasoline
and bear feet, half by mistake, half on purpose to
keep my living longer and proud

hamerica

a pork chop walks
into the stable, picking money out of a
fistfull of dollars to pay for some frozen cream and sugar
a tempest of baddreams and windowless sightlighns
following the working words of some anonynews

where all the fish are

is it in the wetwaters of
a contingent, a flowing ice berg
carrying letters over long distances
telling the fish to distance itself from
the crab and the cretaceous things at
right angles to what another?

anon on a canon

I'm going to get me a cannon
long as I am tall
gonna tell eveyone off on a canoe
longer than the cannon and I are together

then me and that cannon
on a canoe not a wagon
will go off the horizon
valiantly
like owls with a stock option
on pachabel's ink suppliers

tv_nose

radiation disruptions
of the once round signal mountains
100k in name only is the same

The Color of Money is White

bootsy: a blast past half mast.
cracker barrel clad and sad stacked
hat off track. black milk sounds like
fermented dino farts,
the show never starts,
a clear cut spam artist
sending out the parts of a bad methodology
the lot them could use a eulogy.
.

slice it

any way you like it
and the lemon will be
multiplication tables with spanish mice
running around them, sneaking up on the pencil cups
and tape measure eraser drawer
, a comprehensive state and measurable
beast ,being a parmesian sneeeze extremely blurry