The jig is up

tell your boys
Emblazoned francophone
Christmas light
eve/day

"I'm not crazy!"
said the crazy man.

I would do terrible things for a Klondike Bar

I think I might be daft
too much looking through the looking glass
stained windows
churchy

Sorry, Charlie, the chocolate factory belongs to me now.
You can tell Wonka to suck an egg.

I received a message last night

it read "Just smkoed (sic) a blunt with Andy Dick"
"Awesome/Gross." I replied. "Lurid."

"I heard he caught typhosis
drinking water out of a disco ball
somewhere in the Ganges.
Is that a mountain or a desert?
Research indicates that it is a river.
Heavily polluted, hence the typhosis."

Somehow I never know if a disease is real until I get it.
I always make the same mistake twice.
(A firm believer in "if you find a good mistake, stick with it;
get sick with it.")

Molly's exegesis

misery enshrouds the loom like dawn
everything awake from buds
ground from under above arise (grubs!)
feudal as an enterprise; righteous as church;
i want you catechized, baptismal
taken at the fount of this boy's awakening
christening, gold & precious metals
claims on timber, or Molly's
exegesis in the attic with string theory
and wet fetid fingers, lurid.

KING COAL; I've found them

KING COAL
is as gluttonous as GOD
RIVETING swiffering sniffeling swivelling
gunslinging or so we heard it--bird by birds
swelling over the horizon SNOW
Zap or NOW, this behemoth is upon is
NOW, NOW like orange flowers like paintbrush
Indian amazing  blue spilling out of
sunflower factory hello, (the blue sunflower
spectacular, blue sunflower smokestack, blue
billows of unwashed favors, her sunflower miasma)
headlight the glade of the thrush; the blade's
bush (she says flushing): hunt no more, sly
fox, she seems to pray, in a gay drawl:
like pay yer parking meters, deter
others, grasp electric iron wine fences
& snicker, Snickers, electric dayglo
hense past over slept Cooper (::Union::)
umbilical cowboy Snookie crabs
on the shore pants left away washed
herenow, here-they-are, I've found them.

Terrible Arable

"the land/time continuum just ruptured again,"
said the wax man, seemingly unpurturbed.
"I think it's time we defibrillated the globometer."

"Ahrr, cobblestone flock garble. Garlic," replied his half-sister, Sahra.
After her accident with the gobstopper machine, Sahra had become a veritable Frankenstein.
"Sluck, sluckotash. Fifffty burgle-urgle," she continued.

Waximus Waxman the Third ("wax man") was at wit's end.
He decided that if anyone was going to therapose the fluid for the globometer it was he. The main obstacle was going to be distracting Sahra while the omnipresent, omniotic fluid was outside of its container.

The two began a rousing game of Xenotag, as Arthur Frapparelli watched intently from the balcister.

To be c◌̂ntinued...