from This Poem: Book II
Through the fercockte gawk-stockin hack stackers
trickery hickory
lexically-licked sticky flickering
in the moonlit marmalade
this poem is relexifying
at the sidebar
like a discordant
accordion
like manna from mayhem
is ebullient as it blows
waltzing through a
protopunk unctuous
rub-a-dub buttered bathhouse
and offers you a feisty
zeitgeist, a forever riviera
‘cause when all is said and
done,
it’s just a
punditainer
of outerings, utterings, an
outré angsty
stuttered clutter bartered
sputter, of phatty latter day flatterers
and says hula lily hillbilly,
billiard bombast
ho-hum hum de lilah brouha hoo-ha slap trap
of schizmatic revisionism
And take your slinky hijinx,
pixie
fixity of prurient lure of
twirly whirlers
a contretemp tempestuous
extempora & lay me down in
an elixir mixer of lexically
robust postulates
which say ce soir bette noir,
of gnarly parlors
in a coughing scoffed
cacophony of
acrostic biscuits
a
miscued skew of super cinder cendre
slippery
ceiling singing
in
the flotsam frayed rain stay
Oh this poem is bringing
the big guns
opening the sluice gates
all stoked and on trend
hustling its hyper-dramatic
excess
flexed with
swishy riffs, pithy spiff grifters
like a shattered chatter-box
schadenshow
Oh this poem has missed
you --
and is languishing in its
intra-phonemic flusters,
lusty musters,
roaming like princelings
in the non sequitur récriture
of a pantextual cocktail
riding in a glossy pervertable
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