The plastic

          At 2 pm 

   Poured so gently 

              Over ice 

Sell

 Sell 

Sell 

In a handbag 

   Your face

   Post the retreat thru 

  Marbled pink columns 

     Whose car is that 

 Get it

OUT OF THE WAY

     are you going to school

    No it’s on tv

         See 

      Oh okay

    Yay

 What’s for lunch

 Gotta go get the laundry

The static

    Sturgeon. 

     Based on an island 

    In his left ear

     These are the days

    These here 

 Not those

 Fuck those

  

Yer savior 

  Wavers 

                      In between bites 

Of roasted pig

         

Shady McYoohoo

      Left stains in a six foot perimeter

   Around his spot 

     Near the tv

               He borrowed what he didn’t steal

            And never washed 

     A carpet he didn’t like

                                                   Strange days

But the Egyptologists 

     Are still plundering 

              Great evidence has been produced 

            The mud is good for your skin 

       But Good & Plenty 

     Not so much

The cosmonauts

                                   Are selling Jack Kerouac’s 

 Underwear 

          And sidewalk lint

               A treasure was found 

 In the liniment

 

Corroded

 You said 

                                                          Like the brink of a sandwich disaster

          You stuttered falsely

              But just to be stupid

      And succeeded 

        Try wearing pants next time

          Or a shirt 

 Or something 

         I’m on vacation

 Hello from nowhere

The effects

  No adjective needed

Here’s the fling

  Load the binary resolve

 Into the 

Pitch master

      Stake out the barriers

       Send the letters

     We the People

     Of course

   Easy for you to say

        Striped shirts 

 Are for convicts

      Somebody put a bullet 

 In that fuckers brain

   

Tokyo 

    Poor boy 
   
          No sweet wine