You Made My Day Claude Pélieu Sunshine Revolver with
Anxiety Dragon Bathtub Larva Suitcase Puppet Theatre
Advocatoes turn brown without lemond &
new sandals for club footed saviors
are cut down from their pecking wheels
with vulture chicks like mauve maggots
squirming in exploding ochre wounds
with traffic sores like mardi gras foaming:
ala-din transformable'
"-forges
carnage of hydraulic brakes
the cyclist inspects his warts
on the runway he'll bump into the
evil mirror
& will drop dead here in Explosive Yellow Ochre
Hypnosis
bath of
Largactyl/
which oddly enough is an Amebix song
that really captures nothing (loud, blurred bluk, capsule, hopital)
but some oddly defined chemical mistake
Thalidomind-Chicken-chassis-head
rolling over in
a prison 1967 oily green flux of
full-speed 3 "SI" Sun-Clot Spider
a divine and
sensual odalalisque
built from bloated corpses
rouged with chili, paprika, and tumeric
and baked pink like gargantuan bicycle-stuffed prawns in
Explosive Yellow Ochre
which is something they mine from the skulls of Lautreamont and Rimbaud
whose gravesex Pélieu orchestrates from the grave with his calligraphic keyboard
attached to the hurtling skeleton-furred horizontal prayerwheel mouth-analogue
hinged so gently and perfectly
on sporadic and simulated
motionlessnesses
