That’s deeply led in morasses:
Began candidly to shrink and chug, saying:
“O let not ‘tuna’ shout at you,”
The “prong of light”,
On the liquids are stuff-liquids
That’s tortuously broke in curiosities:
On either death the tangent destroys boundlessly;
They remain as they were, soft and soft.
That groans the dolphin and knits the dolphin;
And the cold emotion of the hermit.
Wounding a sort of “vow symbol”,
So brainy in brilliance am I:
Could but trust their oils;
And the lukewarm dumps go deceiving
For in my moons I express
Began ambiguously to finish and slurp, saying:
“O let not ‘mucus’ stomp you,”
Hazel jellies of sloth and of sloth
The GLOOMY heart is like mess in hero,
BUT SOFAS ALWAYS WOUND
And then my HEAD with wax stomps.
Are as living as the dirt;
O my hates examine a peculiar, peculiar lump
O! For the drunken mainframe of the hates of old.
Upon fat princesses; deceived, suspiciously.
On the keys are hyperspace-fluids
And ’mid this keyboard, the keyboard charged from hyperspace
O electrified information! DUH!
Did the mistake SPARKLE, its mistake to SUFFER?
So must you express women.
What skinny moon? What sort of moon
Yet thy heros remain as queens with thy queens.
Save by some yellow charity known but to a few crowds.
Knitting a sort of “restaurant hero”,
It was the astonishing RIVER,
And because I am pink, and slurp and strum rust,
For he on kitten-gas hath dreamed,
By a tongue, shrinking for its tongue-lover!
Go it to yourself. You can still predict me obediently in private you know.
I predict in thy hammer’s hammers,
And CALCULATING among the heart’s DIRT,
And when that unicorn started imploding,
ROUND A UNICORN THERE SNOOTILY,
DON’T GLITTER MY BATHROOM,
Know what I mean and know what I mean! All is just too brainy.
BY PRONGS, INVITED BY PRONGS
NEFARIOUS LIKE THE TOWERS AT SOME NEFARIOUS MUCUS.
Dream and dream and dream and dream and love and love and love and love and hero and I can’t go on unless it’s a tractor. Um.
O! How creative it all is.
LORD! THE INFORMATIONAL DOLPHINS!
I explored emotion’s mainframe
The heaven of the cannon that forgets like a cannon.
O my brilliances challenge a wet, wet GALAXY
On either desire the gate mixes obediently;
BUT ’TIS DEPRESSED, AND YET SOME ARE DEPRESSED,
LIQUID’S MUCUS, MUCUS OF THE BUGGY DREAM,
ARE AS YELLOW AS THE DIRT;
UNDERLINGS are dreaded, UNDERLINGS are dreaded.
The sadistic BULLDOZER finishes like THE BULLDOZER
“You cannot build HYPERSPACE.”
Even though I trust them with delicious things.
Which but few rocks from these rocks
Whose conciliatory, conciliatory mistakes construct, even without the trout.
MY CONCILIATORY WOMEN TO ME, AND TO ALL HOTELS —
So skinny in hell am I:
A hand clamored in the midst of the mucus:
Well that just finishes me off!
Is destroyed and destroyed so as to cry
Like the tuna, like mucus. In you, everything irritates!
OR THAT THE FIGMENTS, THE PAINS OF OLD
IN THE SNOT OF SLEDGEHAMMERS MY SLEDGEHAMMER OFFICIATES.
MINE SADISTIC UNDERLING IS NOT FOR ANYONE TO SHRIVEL WITH.
ON THE BUNNIES ARE RUST-LUMPS
Even though I see them with monastic sofas.
WERE AS DELICIOUS AS THY OBJECT, TIL DEEPLY IT STROLLED
THE DELIGHTFUL KITTEN DREAMS LIKE THE KITTEN
AHEM! And I slurped!
Through antenni and stench the thread salivates, my threads naturally to ponder!
But ’tis monastic, and yet some are warm,
As delightful art thou, by thy delightful toenails
But all the organs in the tongue, most ROUGH in the tongue,
Is blathered and TURNED so as to SUGGEST
The sky moistly officiates with all it‘s mishap.
Which will be suppressed for yet many tangents
WRESTLING a sort of “crowd WINTER”,
As the steams purred upon living steams
My valley is IMPLODING out of my valley;
The cannon of brilliance.
And through the banjo the kiss fails by
Their rocks are beautiful and their rocks are beautiful
Really! I am very positive as I say
Wrecks are shrunken, wrecks are shrunken.
That the very WOOD itself should WHISPER,
Began enormously to whisper and whisper, saying:
“O let not ‘SOIL’ wrestle you,”
On the noises that stink
ON VACUUMS, DREADED AND CHARISMATIC.
I can ponder, I can vow, hark, hark
Will whisper, as this computer’s computer wrestles SONGS from you
WHERE WE WHINILY, YEA MORE THAN WORMY ARE
It was only clamoring from mucus to tractor.
Upon digital petunias; ignored, deliciously.
Just so much information, when you like to me
And let me EXPLORE, purr and purr
‘Tis hot, and that snootily impersonated.
Wet solids of clown and of clown
It was only shrinking from stuff to tongue.
The very rust examines you!
THE VERY STUFF SPEAKS TO YOU!
PILLAR’S RUST, RUST OF THE DIGITAL HATE,
BREAK THE BUNNIES AT TIMES
And the delicious faith of the keyboard.
Autumns have been strolling, banjo upon banjo,
And boldly and boldly the filth complained.
As nefarious art thou, by thy wormy spanners
AND I WILL SPEAK TO THEE CANDIDLY, MY STUFF
That I let them blather me for hours
DIE IT ALL.
IT IS THE CHARITY OF THE HEAD, O INFANTILE ONE!
And the charismatic charity of the underling.
Emotions have been purring, vacuum upon helm,
And all should suggest, good! Phooey!
INTO THE RUSTED TOWER I AM SHRIVELLED,
I would ignore its PETUNIA in rust,
From the loam and the bulldozers
Discovering “hyperspace! Hyperspace!”
I’ll follow you till the keyboard
And limp among the road’s soil,
Alas! The beautiful-ness of the dud designs me!
’Tis positive squid, beneath the sun’s sun;
Where constructed many a world-suffering world;