The Gurrelieder of Charlie Parker
boiling up to a crispness
a cheapness of lostness I encounter
the Hucklebuck
and the latrine I'll never wear again
wrist rested on marble block
the Exorcist caught a treeload of
there is laughter and there is putty
oh old gold blanker go with me now
I'd never look over that shoulder
those gold glasses a case of back braces
seam of frond and the ten-man stallions
know what it's like
let's take a pile for our trouble
a franking life full of bags and boxes
and a tilling of the blokes Lynch says
panties and death are the same
let's swim awful for your hands
to be thrown out as I walk worth saving
Sarah Pictures my stormgiven friend
Predusil my epigone staggers on the land

Breathland between the rungs
a solid saliva keeps them there
a fly may be fancier but your window knocker
blonde cavortrist embellishing and wavering
from the top of this knob I sight
the central premise
Ostragod has a terrible head
a mottled brick for a tail
and there is no greater farmer than presence
or a fat family shirt
or the Wallwalker Plantagenet
Shropshire or no Hobbyknot
I see things sinking in the pushing traffics
(accelerate till you hit Marge)
those who have nothing but this bubble to love
out of the mendicant's very own pen
perspire knock off and masturbate
(take it in its own telling)
a buffalo flaunt and miles of mice
poor heating in the larval dome misspent
he'll have no harm come to it
him of the coal drawn home
(I just want anything away from everything)
Do you hear me, Percepied?
just make sure you cut a path to the
bathroom, Marston
but then, Pan Harris, I always could
lick liquid lips
mid tulgey fears
and the kraken wakes
(as the Dead budge among us)
he was a hydrofool that crud with the helmet
I couldn't gun him higher than Tex his lighter
Trudy her double drawers
the cement scene with the hack
the pilot trundling back
even the masked creaks at the very end
were in tempo!

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