get good and goet

the beautiful naked page so adamantly patient
for ink, her song thru broken sails
slung tardy hissing near the reef.
a merman of the sky doled out the rainbow kisses
only a vocabulary can taste.
easy mind goes freely trapping,
all the quarry has blametags and alternate diodes
to flash utter sense, senseless. run a
green light
hop a bounty, the screen and screed and scrawl
want to take care of you, in the dim hours
and drip feed moonlight, but he is
clad in clammy wool knickers and full of moths.
sylvia's sylvan slippers skip dope,
on the play ground, all the mary cunts go merrily
cunting their bunbuns to finnegan's fingal cave,
with the bad givers and their manners made of dust.
slammed doors and open atoms
make mushtomb pizzas, how sweet!
the birdies taunt death's halo, fluttering like 
parmesan over angel hair demons. my mother,
dressed in jeweled basalt in the habit of a nun,
volcanic. my father, poor as a sharecropper 
up to his nose in Oil and pussy. kitsch
lines the avenue, its all not for sale, no matter
the size of the sheep, or her billy
goat gruff said the die, landing on their sides
full of whining asphalt. rather than vulgar marbles,
our needs encompass time like filo dough.
you're lucky to get periods,
and commas, dude, otherwise the fig leafed page
would behead the knight with a comet,
their bland automaton in a helmet made of maids.
if you can't have fun, why
spend the splendor on ferris wheel gerbils says the
ratchety young spring, going squirt squirt
out the fake flower of his eye, weepy and yellowed
with autumn. earl grey and mister mustard in the dining
room with a candlestick, or the sorry parch easy
queasy doomish dildos of growing grass
under the scythe's fourth eye, that's the rub.
dumb but not deaf, the plain
all pain deludes into desert nomad donkeys
packed with alpha bets
and beta fish set on one another like fireants.
don't try to "get it"
get got.