I tickled birds
(do they ever sleep?)
with a smile.

your Understanding
of contemporary poetry
has been put
on deathwatch;here, now.

I will Destroy
Pretentious, Frigid Poetry
in a swift inhaled breath
of pollen pine
and trickle
jack-beat indian feet
along your crooked spine.
I will send shining blue-green metallic iron horses to be cataputled into your garden at night.

The horseheads explode in your garden as a bottle of wicked, vague whispers
coated with hot liquid sugar
vapors.

A handsome young man
like me,could smash
his head into the window of a neighbor's house; grin
then scream in the Hell language of an ancient shadow out of
Time,projectile vomit an 19 hour
stream of human nipples onto your Christmas tree
while hot little honeys skate the ice
in your house on
power mowers with
the head of severed
goat heads
mounted on their nonchalant
faces.

I'd knock on your door but the effect would be almost the same,you see.

Nightwalk flowers can kill you to death.

Curious George
on a stick
died for Our Sins.

With Donut Heart on his knee,
Transvestite Jerry-Seinfeld-in-a-Box
gave us electric art therapy
it's beautiful,it's on a ham cart.

is it an eye?
CORE COMMA
!POOFTERWALLUSMUNCH!

vardor ontal brobe bard grom
mekei m eekey mee mee lemurs phoplle
fanda propellor spandex tanden
tongue feed blithethers mouth of gums
teeth are roasted and wretch-fucked
in aluminum foil.