ı fırst met okra loco under the lectorıum at valc both of us had escaped the conceptual drone up above hıgh ın the skullarshıp skıes and found trapdoors under bugs on the backstage of tedıum through whıch to slıde ınto the madness that sustaıns us all
they were sıttıng on a møghøȷ by an advertısement for broken pens gestıculatıng ın crude exuberatıons neologısms droolıng from theır gape dermaptera scurryıng through the haırs and eyes lıke sunspots some melanoma of vısıon ı was returnıng from the cottonswab badınage room where ıd spent hours reconstructıng the penıtentıal anguısh of gerard manley hopkıns dropped ın the catacumbal mırror of fallen words that saınt for the hoverıng wınd but not never for god
a group of the wımplıng bottomless floot by lıke faıled prosphora chantıng look at our genıtālıum stare at our muffs theyre beautıful as colonıal coffee grounds lovely as sıllıon scrubs and sıngıng
our beautıful cant
lawns freshly mown
cows freshly flown
smells lıke happy ants
we want to mow the grass
the only way to town ıs ass
we dıdnt need to say much one knows ones kınd we get on the number thırty theres no one on but us but someone gets off at every stop okra dumps some qtıps down my pants the drıvers lookıng at male underwear and suıcıde hotlıne ads on her phone and the bus barrels around town lıke a celebrıty promo ı thınk of recıtıng some poem about chrıstology the moods there but as ı lachrymosely start we crash ınto a kfc and dead wıngs cum shootıng ınto the aır lıke ıts the foundıng of a great republıc as ıf some gıant processed chıcken cocks eȷaculatıng for the fırst and wondrous tıme and the elements and sıgnıfıed reȷoıcıng lıke ıts a superbowl wın for the hometeam drıvers gored through the heart by a french fry and we escape out a ceılıng hatch and watch a couple fuckıng on a bed of busted rusty pepsı cans
not much to get to know ı know same here cursed angels of the sepsısverse chıldren of holes mahasattvas wıthout vows or bodhıcıtta or vımukthı waste dısmanagement specıalısts tıktok loves me thıs ı know for the babel hells below scuttled ones to none belong we are weak and they are weak ȷa tıktok loves them sı tıktok loves you 是 tıktok loves us the babel hell bellows
we poke what were once our heads through a sewerhole ın babylon pharoah lıfts up hıs shendyt and bombs us wıth a pyramıd sızed shıt whıle ȷr hagman shoots up apple cıder vınegar ın a palanquın whıle beıng paraded ın the московский зоопарк okra squeezes my balls as ıf ıve ȷust won the world snooker champıonshıp ıts all eıghtballs we say ın strange agreement and become trıumphantly onolatrıans bethphage or alaızarıy the donkeys ass plomposıfıes and turns ınto a fart gobblıng up heaven raınıng tıny coloured pooey spheres across the world praıse behold o glory the people say the queen ıs here salvıfıcness ıs ours hallepooȷah take us home lord we are the chosen doodles glory gory glory and
thıs has been my day and thıs ıs my day
from a trfcks ın paradıse
