Alice said
"the medicine..."

 

to me then
the medicine

 

began to work
on me

 

 

 

Through the gate! (wet wood) some pale green postcards:

 

1). Pet penguins always die too soon.

 

2). Columns of words surrounded the Presidential façade.

 

3). We take all prisoners seriously.

           

4). Cheap Hotel Area.

 

 

Gate slam!

 

For those that are not here to see it

the sign says-

 

"Hiding hands bridge of last resort

mind scanner & sanitized string.

Finger the ring and pull at your own risk."

 

                                                But the creature can speak on its own.

 

 

The mild spore compliment that I felt the Gill Man gave me.

 

FOR EXAMPLE: THE MUSHROOM PLANET

IN EVERY YARD COUNTS AS ONE

 

Sunshine Market. As sea. As solar.

As absorb once meant. Yes. Sea. Limes.

A can of soda. Or worms in shallow bundles.

Sock puppets wilted over golf clubs.

 

The dust storm rolling into the sun.

 

 

 

We were having a party because it was my birthday.

 

 

Bring out the hats! Noodles-the-Muscle

is the carpenter's bee-running away

but not passing myself, the watermelon

and the hill drones' fire alarm & ice cream

speckled trough-cereal hand attached to my

cereal hand and then we went down

into the Atomic Sub.

 

 

The next day I dreamt the same

 

"bolting polar bear mitt is pretty strong"

 

but I don't know how it finished either

so weak and then getting deep into her

"bus layers" and driving away the icebergs.

 

 

 

For a moment the gulls resisted

 

so I did too walking around

someone else's "house/chain-link

feeding area" nude, throwing fries

and more fries into the air

this may be the only thing

in my memory she grabbed

my hand and pulled me out

of the booth and then I

could bubble myself up-Ivar

the Commodore back now toying

with the soft grapes of Persia.

 

 

 

 

It was not so much about this leaving away

 

but keeping going despite

the laughter of the cook

 

Special Today: New Jersey Clam Chowder

 

the Eastern dub for the ladies

doing the Seven Seas Orchestra

as clams as we are a bread bowl

for plucking France, so famous

for her wines. And last time

breathing out over the waves

a waxy taste and that was kinda weird.

 

 

 

Passing the drugs around in the back seat: dizzy then angry

 

 

falling back on sensible

white panties

 

 

I am your boundary: my arm is the wall.