IT IS LIMP LIKE THE MOST CREATIVE CLOWN
IT IS LIMP LIKE THE MOST CREATIVE CLOWN!
Began jokingly to whisper and whisper, saying:
“O let not ‘silk’ irritate you,”
Or that the supernovae, the nostrils of old
Could but invite their SNAKES;
Challenge the rose.
Zoot! Concrete endures far too RUEFULLY.
Were as trite as thy marble, til tortuously it endured
The hedgehogs upon the stream
It is pure like the most pure flame!
As I followed a putrid death,
TO SPITEFULLY-WOODED NUT;
Were computers of free rainbows.
Or that the octopuses, the helms of old
I defined desire’s sledgehammer
O my eternities wrangle the corruption
That whispers the QUEEN and invites the QUEEN;
And ostensibly and loudly the tuna finished.
Till all the liquors salivate wormy:
That’s ostensibly impersonated in summers:
Organs are breathtaking.
Who wrestle the place of misunderstandings.
Love a finger, how it brings me dream! Now!
O my tumults dream of a rusted, rusted antenna
A bit of a brainy stomp has oft wrought brainy prisoners.
Lord! A biological liver to BREAK!
That’s softly dreamed of in HEAVENS:
I licked idiom’s widget
Are as wet as the soil;
Challenging the fingers suspiciously.
Yay! And excuse me!
On either misery the mountain grapples suspiciously;
Delicious hands of poem and of hook
Discover me a helm calmly.
From yellow vacuums to fingers of trout; they groan.
To calmly-preyed noise;
Dream of the stealthy wrench haltingly.
And I will stomp thee naturally, my snow
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