twoo! twoo! over the carbuncle hand a thin film runnels to a tiny spiny cup- /opened a bar door overlooking the port, vice and crime- the cocked plank
twoo! twoo! two trees locked in a tribade where a southern soldier sits reading a stone- /clement my right hand, iberia my left a gummy mysterious brood hanging from the swollen pouch twoo! twoo! carrying tusks through termite cities the blocky red masks woven with tiny speaking-ants- /there is no prudence the shareholders shut their eyes; around the living nylons twoo! twoo! through the keyhole is a red garden where old swords wrapped in ivy humm up through a terrifying sea of pale mist- /giving life? forget life! Les Noces de Sable twoo! twoo! In this lantern is a little man of straw whose stern pronouncements equal loose paving stones where the curtsy meets the Orphic pompadour in a caustic dress woven from erotic slavery- /Jigoku: I will go when my errand is done. I do not fear your frown. [Enter the CHORUS OF OLD OMEN, carrying firepots and a load of heavy sticks.] TWOO-FOO! TWOO-FOO! twoo! twoo! Our monads are horned eggs. In the deepest grotto of the Seabug Jargon the wretchiest hurmdles stood. Living again and again. It is written in vibrations; Where the curtains part, a genital or oracle. Liar! [his ring is a tiny volcano..] young breasts, plantation owners. twoo! twoo! Grandfather would catch the same catfish over and over and over, just to check its size. Then he would sacrifice a watermelon, and oil the windmill's joints.
