"Joie Jr. and Joie Sr. test-crashed guardrails and breakaway Interstate signs for US Steel and aluminum light poles for ALCOA. The highways are safer today because of these tests."
as all televisions became marble green tables
where supporting systems of ivy grew conversation
like brambled antlers, invalidating football
we steady to harken brown-zappa
at livingdoom central. faced with a covey of one Quayle
all communication is randomly sparse.
the cartoon identity ozone in a shopping cart
rattling the sidewalk
transforming the stockyards and files of humans.
scripts evolve, glints born of bronze, others coal.
turnip the sound
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now that the universe makes mistakes
beauty warps reality with claustrodelic packaging;
glacial pentatheletes entrench
in mojave hombre bellybutton windows
b4dashing to windex the tofu tundra below.
they autoknow.
channeling temperaturds asleep
with christ's mutineers, their last victory knewknot
where whose song signature scripted
sots were finking,
floe lent a crack to each joke
"each ocean nuclear" where music leapt to enthrall
salmon cubes working orange bricks of wrest
using diesel verse& caterpillar heroes
finding proper victims to soothe
their metaphysical burps st bernard vishnu tankards,
always the fresh grass to fake the ghosts
let in by syd barrett
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there at the Joie Chitwood thillshow i seen the buddha's manifold
it was a disgrace
a string of atomic trout swearing they can't be proved,
great mudlakes of geodesic mesopotamia pisspots
chrome knuckled rosaries sweating on phones
out of egypt& those stunt shows
of pharohs stomped by hippos in the Nile river of slaves
dropped in elevated trances fertilizing crop gods
with king shit right where stone cleans
linen robes with water from 2067
(1992, "to fake the ghosts let in by syd barret")
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