Wonderful Poetry Machine

  In the organ of those whose buggy, tongue-suffered mongrels remembered

A corrupt towel, SUSPICIOUSLY was irritated:

In order that gloomy bunnies and red lumps

In beacons did thy KNEES

That gloomy planet!  Those tears of SUMMER!

GLITTER? IT WON’T KNOW ANYTHING

TO CALMLY-DIRTED BYPASS;

SOD CANDOR!!! SOD PANS! SOD KNUCKLES!!!

RED STORKS.

From you the hooks of the roses chug.

THY SADISTIC RAINBOWS TO ME, AND TO ALL JELLIES —

They remain as they were, shrunken and conciliatory.

O my dreams see the charity

WRANGLE WHERE THE BATHROOMS EXPRESS

WHO EXAMINE THE PLACE OF MISHAPS.

ROADS do not ponder to VOW,

THE HARMLESS CONSPIRACY ROARS LIKE A CONSPIRACY

And the hot helms with doors on them

Between the worlds, the HOTELS are digital

In the rust of nostrils my frog complains.

Now! The skinny beings!

Rainbows do not charge to forget,

LET THEM CONSTRUCT ON THY SOLID

O petunia of BACON, pure liver of the mirrored.

Well that just growls me off!

Beauties have been groaning, system upon figment,

The limp ticket sparkles deeply through the solid.

SLUGS are soft, bulldozers are creative.

IS REMEMBERED AND LED SO AS TO SHRINK

THE THINGS SHALL IMPLODE LIKE JELLIES,

With a rock full of fate and mucus.

Plot a brain roughly, then

You dream of robots, you ponder in order to VOW,

   Is liked and impersonated so as to slurp

In order that runty earthlings and old bodies

This fire is petunia and petunia, and this our dream-liver

As sane art thou, by my charismatic bypasses

BUT WHAT THESE LIMP GASSES NEVER COMPLAIN IS THAT CLOWNS OF HARD WOOD MAY COMPLAIN STILL

  O yellow book of mucus. When thy yellow mucus is yellow, 

  And this, excuse me! Is more than we would ascend.

  Frack!  Yet I ascended.  I STROLLED!

  For thy sugar growls to remember them — and growled.

  Which but few hotels from these scooters

O creative mountain,

WERE AS PECULIAR AS THY BUNNY, TIL JOKINGLY IT IMPLODED

  Just so much expulsion, when you perpetuate to me

  Biological and tasty, runty and buggy, are the beacons where the TOENAILS construct;

O DELICIOUS helm,

O my ETERNITIES hold a nefarious, wormy waffle

The rainbow carefully charges with all it‘s faith.

‘Tis wormy; then dream of how encrusted honey be;

But ’tis hazel, and yet some are sadistic,

  Are as sweet as the trout;