The Corpse is wide open, anyone can
see seven vibrating cadavers unlike the
lemon rind consideration of an oblique smile,
Rocky Mountain burrito overload at high altitude,
caused "great shrieking in the village (!)"
but Col. Wakefield rode to the rescue,
even we don't have "mus" in Poland.
We have meesger, the homed pets of High Commies.
Custom they are, sweeping and strange, vibrating,
recirculating, revisiting maple syrup, potato products, thumbs,
and an overpriced gray blob gets passed around
and around — around the what?
The whatnot (Whatnotus boulderiensis)
Meanwhile, neglected puppies are dying left and right.
You have sex, we have nothing.
I'll trade you for a mouth, then we'll go back
to looking at black-and-white photos of the pain.
Temple holiday lights flicker to a sandstorm.
Should we stop to meditate or just eat before hunger?
Or else you'll be lost and reduced to eating and talking
in the Paradise of Czech Surrealism,
pero ¿que te importa? !Milagros! Ya me voy.
Scary times go away sometimes
when I put a blue marble in my mouth
and close my eyes slowly
the breath will cease...
the verse goes on.