and i don’t call these dialevart logs the do know effigies in dishonour
of real key’s irreal riddles
i do not call
time ticks she says it ticks like lyme
disease in a grandma clock of my chiming aspirations. we see them in but we
never see them enter and they work like parapazzis in a culture abattoir
and i wonder who is this she that says i say i
know the unmitigates in nadagate wear their
nadapants like fritillaria or fritillaries (the sessile and mobile are always poking
their panties in terraria they’re not supposed to) but what i don’t know is
whether my psychogeometries aren’t holding their kilter
here’s the riddle of
the day she
says how is the human ego like a whomyn
waffle and when when clouds the dentures of the sky fall out do you take them
to the dentist?
i say i say to doktor gugel-hüphendortz why? why are
the clouds leaving the mouth of the sky? and doktor gugel-hüphendortz says oh i
sadoo the sky is a gummy maw and it does not chew but chewing is given to the gugel-hüphendortzes
i remember the
counting she says the glue right
wean bed freedom of inlaceration, what numbers do to the maps when the calendar’s
run away to make bear pizza. climb with me my bastard love onto the willywisps
of the recurvirostra tree and remember too with me what i remember
how lovely on the butane
are the meat of them
who ping rude booze
sentencing geese
disclaiming queues of soapiness
sour fraud claims dour odd aims
we
sing the tunes she says we sing them without meaning meaning. when i boarded the encaustic
recently and it didn’t know the temperature i told a conductor i’d like it to
take me to the rare mettle mines of magnolia and make me into meat but where
would be the gluten?
who hasn’t been to
northern thailand?
and who hasn’t climbed
the steps?
only you of a
puerile fart and a loathsome dung
who doesn't bare false blogs or watch humanican idol
but i hear it coming and it sounds like vegan cheese
and the brain
is abating and this dialevart’s done
