Exquisite Corpse Poem - PicNuke V: 8/17/02

Honey dew, honey dew.
God damned honey dew in my garden
that never grew.


Global-Man has come to save the day!
Able to leap frog over the Constitution!
Dedicated to saving Earth for earthworms!


Asters, tulips, hyacinth and roses.
Budded, budding (bulbous) lips
left in the twilight:
from soil to compost.


You took my heart
splayed it out and
tore it apart.


Diffuse as frenetic
tremble of leaf shadows
on grass
which relegate the puttering
of the fire tender
to slow motion - as ever.


To slow, as ever, what moves
what passes.


In the murmur of the leaves and sun
all 13 exposed and nurtured
thrown off for old wings,
then set to soar like cotton.


Floating puffy just at the horizon.


Jade eyes staring into paper plate moon
soul bare to the shimmer swooning tides within the heart.


That is not an organ, that is not made
of tissue but of fabric of incidents
acquaintances and mistakes.


And monsters under the stairs, and children in the closet
there is always something, to come back and
haunt you.
And when it finds the bottom of your stairs and comes
bumping through the halls you can only greet it with
fearful silence.
And listen to the creaking of its ethereal feet
and give fealty to the grime, pat your own
feet upon an ottoman, preserve soil the weight of
your heretic dogs.


Growl at the antics of the boys club
run amok - hail MA MA Long live
Mama - the creator the destroyer.
LOVE MAMA.


Fama Shama Badda bing - doom bop
plop squiggly fizz - natch, Bwoyeee!!!


Malt Liquor.


Bull charges in, destroying everything.