my most putrescent sapoo, what have you learned this summer for as we know from those who say it’s all about
learning opportunities it’s all about learning opportunities
we’re on a journey to mecca
and the genders inside are jostling for a view
that sounds practical
i only want orgies
everything else bores me
yes, we realize you’ve spent 18 weeks alone in a privileged green shoe bouncing
around in the tiny confines of your mind instead of bouncing around in the tiny
confines of society but could you make some attempt to communicate in the
normal ways so that our unreaders at home or in their best friend’s spouse’s
gonads can take at least some little inspirational morsel into their
inspirationstarved lives for as those who say it’s all about inspirational morsels say it’s all about
inspirational morsels
and i go to the mall of love
and doktor huphen gogol gonococci reads from the proper of
names
and i hear what i’ve always heard
trade talk’s always the same
one of the things that strikes our unreaders is – and i quote here from
a recent tweet from a city councillor in duh loins in i-owe-ah! – sadoo pooper doesn’t poop the way the rest
of us nonpoopers poop i mean i’m all for diversity like everyone but i believe
in only one poop
allāhu akshiva eloha budammad brasus
chrimin krichri ganebar
you know yesterday i took the zoomwoosh gooberfire 000 to the castles of
tan-zany-ah! and was installed as queen of air conditioners, this made me think
a thought of somethink else for yesteryear’s
witchhunts are palehunts next to ourhunts
i only want pierogies
everything else galls me
like republican presidents
and mystic dissidents
and especially geometric beauty
i’m pure like a leporidae
or a morogoro and i wait for the 1533 lagomorpha linguini 2311 to pull in and
the sun like stale peach jello rise also into the smog of an impossible deli
and i’m not immune to such blather, to statements that smile on our nonexistent
selves, a sentiment if i weren’t a beached himbo has been expressed in erstwhile
dictions now lounging in the southsouthwest speciesneutral washroom on the
lower level by the apotropaic stand which hamsa pazuza ofuda’s been tending since
a clad of boncubines on a marshmallow train to nowhere dine on time on time in
chancrous calendars, the clairvoyant horse sees it
there, the clad on time on time and signals the girl to a forbidden ride and rocks
like sansoo descending from a sanbo kyodan retreat as we sing the sad hit i’m as litigious as a torn lagavulin
ligament / let us sue zen with suisen / while reading the fourth abyssament / to
be dead to the fundament to be dead
i think we’ve lost the thread
i’m impure like vitreloy on a hot yen roof or alicia
& bobi as they beat one other to the tunes of top 50 love and i wait
tomorrow in delhi in zero visibility in a jumper that doktors emeriti violated
after ethics class and the moon like used titanium in arasmius oreades flops
below the horizon like a regent of the green faerie on assiduous assignment for
a lime tram to pull up and i’m not really like the phantoms of myself today and
i can’t listen to your language which unruly truly sounds like animate shits
ferociously battling to be the day’s top turd and there is no softness or gentleness
in this world the flies sing on an ark of the future all kingdoms end in dreams
to take me to a shrine in shenzhen to godforsaken gods
and
that’s been the summer folks and if you don’t believe it don’t believe it. we’re
going to mecca, all of us and the genders are jostling for a view
