Don Belisarius of Cottage Grove
USED CARS! o trembling trembling flower of history ye veiny belisarius (bellus eyrie ous) whose endless peaces flow, erring in the opening, the penultimate speaking of present now a heavy glow, armored in the incandescent cilia of confusion halonic aquaman beatitude gills of quill-thresh scribbled miles aqualung of coaldark shimmering pride sweet sweeping simultaneity of execution's ghiribizzi multiplatitude formed frank form operatic insolence of dreary waiting rooms green loam of ski-wall o agony of ectstatic g-rune gas pedal to the scrolling hummworks of naming event horizon peels the thundrous face of havoc bindu unburdened in the monstrous garden O Utopian Phantasmos of Being O Utopian Being of Materia O Golgibodhi of Golden Hammerhead BuddhaChrist Minotaur Whore Star Hustler miniature of Krakatoa insect riders plummet in your deep wish juggling the candy skulls of orgasm in your machine tonsill'd grottoes Galactus Mercury Amorphous Root of Whale Stone Blanket mind loose monocle projecting an ancient skin halitosis-face of witch-pebbled fetish wagons whose beard of jumbled glasseelskilotons beam a quadroob EEN of HarQuent-Glost-vetcht-a-bull Sub-i/o-an-O-my ASCkar-iar-iaro-aklo-tiskle' fiero obdurado caelo o ye ape petalled scorn of silent blackness fuzzed and warm cute in the wave pouch of the detached membrane mother whose radial moustache assembly prepares a symphonic mandible curse blistered apartment knees fibbing a jackal-foamed polygnomie gliding paraplegic war god yer littter swallows a burning metal moon swan nut bra SS of the wrinkled leviatron will swing in the butcher's yard sale of mildewed epiphany Mysterious Tales Wallpaper with amorphous diaper aquarium Gas Chamber Tiara This pyramid is the purest wheeze of earnest Magnittude No Ocean knows its sweltering core Shackled Molecules Scream in a gelatin of deserts Nuclear ghost bomb My long arm of workers jubilant in the loving amber golems of beer LIBER NULL OF DESTROYED MURMUR-ORE lonely seagull memory away from this candle away from this lunch-box of druid post-cards yodeling from within the Bronze lobster tank whose love is a silly string food curing and feeding all and bringing smiles and wonder to those tired poor children photonic representamens that grow in our sickle washed drain-pipes human glue horses appearing between commercials for seahorse preservation groups whose language is a fungus of programmable orbs loosed in the freckled wisdom of mixtures whose jolly crunch of by-lines and poor uncles spines flow like krill math across the plexi-glass womb-viewers
