7 ways to look at a drug rep (be my winding wheel)

1.
The privations of a mutagen clerk
are driving up the cost of living
in this fair berg. Nobody has seen the icing
at the bottom of the cake ::: of the bold
lice, humping their way about the blood
of the boy octopus; a body ::: a bold ploy.

2.
The platitudes of the elements is eleven
exactly. I calculated it with magic math
that you shall never comprehend.

3.
The elements are their own elements
or so I've been told. They've been to
Switzerland, they've been to France.
They have no idea how their throat
becomes connected to their eyes.

4.
Nietzsche was more than a curmudgeon,
he was a thief -- who stole with his
drug-dialed dimensions the space where
tenderness inhabits the arm of power
and does not only favor those of flaxen lock.

5.
Bold ploys suffer most when the hand
is at hand; when the boy is the bluest
shape you've ever seen and by God if
you're gonna die you're gonna birth:
Gonna verb this life all right. Gonna
swerve like a bike my Life on it
--the arrangement hard to explain
like an oil spill is hard to contain--
     [Damn, you! --]

6.
an utmost spot of brilliant brilliance.
A slow-motion stop cone of the moon;
a beamed out, brimmed out choker show,
coke luncheon powder sniffed by mechanical
crunchers-burners-injectors-smokejacks
like an ammonia meteor showers of snow-proof delivery
::: Like a lottery kitchen un-shearing her knives,
and becoming pregnant, just for a second.

6b.
This is the real life cinema of a movie never
written, except by living.

7.
The best souls are given.
Thank you. And more: forgive me. I don't
deserve.