Once in a garden when flora
and faun would parade like crocodillum there lived a beautiful velvet chigger. This creature had stripes of
luminescence down its back and paws the size of two toes. Chigger lived near
the wall where also grew that poemato
tree of slender golden boughs. Great green leaves hung down with the points of
stars. Great poemato soared. The
flora and fauna of that garden astound. Sentences ran around like
streams through herbs.. Its stalks stood up real straight.=. I got a tractor and plow and arm and arm furnished manure and mulch for the words, a special language future variety, adjectival grass, noun succulents not
even the linguistica knew. Anyone with a spade could dig good story there,
though it’s better to wait till rain. That whole garden was covered with
words.
Everything was mowed, pruned and
planted by word, but body berms hid the poemato past. All farmers and
gardeners recognize the flesh of whitewashed trunks and sun on legs, the
double edged razor that needed no liquid creams. Recycled decay mucked up universals.
Prospectors with spades and boots roto-tilled the ear. The inquirer pruned the yes and no, quaint and old-fashioned as it seems, the garden wrote
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Little cedar banes left in the grey
green boundary ran to the lost, the
twain down which rivers run to the mooing
crowd, that herd of cows, repatriates to
multiply. It was too soon to hope they would escape to propagate, they browsed the pasture so long We don’t think they will bury us in their trails where hoods and
vice grips protect the doors. No flies allowed. No flying at all for spooks. Sure they seem wild and goofy and all wooly in their dust bindings, but the innard flesh turns readers upside down who
can’t put the pieces back. The guts lay on the ground, none to escape. Simple reverse won’t do. They stay in their
dresses like store bought dolls brought home. Fantasies of escape are out, but sheriffs and hunters cure that. Just try and see what
happens. Lay down bunkers of
story, reinforce with peat and wit. The bog guru in the
midst of plenty proliferates the flesh of fruit.
So if it’s that obvious you need iridescent coats and feathers to remolt your heads, why do
bizarre pomegranates flutter down at night with little wingy batgranates and pomes? Isn’t the garden extinct? The
pigeons grown too fat to slice the
bread, the spirit okra splitting pod, the divine
pome pods think free to slice the heart?
This arbitrary peace stem, long
aimed beautiful cloud fingers pointed into some old barn where the corn trees
and pine were kept. Are there replacements for such things when the mind and
the form of gods ask to be replaced? As though none of it mattered and we could
just substitute another cog, outer space, inner space, spirits flicked like
fluorescent curs. Nothing was so important as landing in the pentagon. The door
prize was six yards of dirt, a berm on your grave and day lilies and renegades.
There must be something to cause such betrayals besides getting lost in the
wave pattern. Line on line, precept on precept, here a drink, there a drink. hey baby, is there a
spiritual world? In the delicatessen: what will it be to today mam? “Slices of
heart dear.”
They pecked beaks peck down in
earth to pull up another poetatum, a one paradise thorn where we had suspended
a license. To get a license you must love the pomato, the three syllabled
fruit. We would all get vaccinated for it and live ever after except they don’t
want us to find the body of flesh in winter
Consider this eternal selves when
you reach the eternity you believe
broadcast on radio, living
naturally, close to the Igod made with the hearts and hands by the Newtonicly
defined powers. Mind men you may not know, but it is true that everywhere they
seek to fill the God hole with themselves. They think you are doing what they
are doing, but cannot know, pre microchip, what is being thought, when buses
exhale diesel fumes of the inversion cosmos, looking for parking spots in
sensitive child brains to feed the spirit of rebellion. When the veil falls
they do not think it will, it will not fall on them. Ever since people have
asked if there is a spiritual world.
So wind up the serendip, round
suited crash on the run. Chase out with no pursuer, ex machina made to happen. Call out, “its fated,” the pairing of
immovables. The aspects of the agents know nothing, completion of a millennium.
It’s like there’s nothing, no
nothing named that we call dilemma, the best human proof. The physical cannot
question the physical. it’s only by contrast the question occurs. I am hot I
once was cool. This proves itself a custom. Phone lines bust. Knowledge ordains
belief. Feed sack, rationalize yourself.
The veil that covers
the antitruth comes to light. And that’s the pitch. Poemato lets fly.
Do not blame the pig for profanations of our joy, turning
the lewd sacred, not that that is simultaneous. For Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo who would weep for poemato amid the
blaze of noon? But there is a poemato moon. Shouldn’t it be done antiphonally.
Chiggers and mice. Snapdragons and poultry. Fertility and the gliding rhythm
when periodicity came and looked like a McDonalds. There it is just the one
pizza and all others a copy. And bank robbers. And toe holds. And whitewash the
trunks. Yey put some cream on the orange trees. cut from air
The double edged razor left no
liquid cream but electric.
Quaint and old-fashioned those wall
sockets didn’t write,
the thought of it was free when the
buzz saw cut the heart.
the death and nonseasonality of the
man of sin.
Please do not throw
in the canal. Reconstituted it can feed the birds. So bye now. S
Join the
Brigades
“Say now Shibboleth: and he said
Siboleth, for he could not frame it right.”
Judges. 12.6
They raise their heads on caucus
stalks,
those fgov aliens made of pot,
Seven ballots take the crown
that time warp bands Reptile around.
The best kept dragon sulphurity
Of insects fracked July.
Rub with garlic to purify.
Oh Wal-Mart! Ohio,
Pittsburgh lament
the brazen sea that culled our House!
That people sprayed to Oz.
Akron was drawn to afterlife
And Cleveland beat its breast.
Cleveland!
There goes Shaker Heights into the sea!
Top priests wrote convention blurbs
that let the future out.
Driven by Chicago's Stress
pyramids and mounds
a 9self formulated id broke skin.
New York, Darjeeling, east LA,
buried sin to place the blame,
Japan went to the sun with the D.C.
mayor.
Marduke at the Capitol
and Merkel shot a round.
Fish, fowl and beast creep to the stars,
and Nineveh’s remnants of Egypt
bowled the aisle.
Graft Maple, Oak and iron then
to ten million men with brains,
Kedar, Edom, Bobal bloom.
Reptilians just stayed home.
A deeper frack of Cleveland
when aliens hit it long.
Want transcendence?
Scabbers scrape your knees.
Transcendent corps,
transcendent gofernments,
no wonder Thought Goats praise.
No wonder Ezekiel had passengers hold
their nose.
Caligula practiced global scale.
Everybody smoked the Schumann Rez,
Soaked in brandy, sliced to rounds,
dried in sugar, nominations lunge
down the hermetic Tree.
Do you want knowledge, do you want power?
IED to fairy tale.
Akron and Gaza would not dry out.
Manhattan not drive out doubt,
L.A. worshipped the stars.
The convention was a Security Event
necessary to save the president.
Transcendent terrorists
rolled their lungs.
Or roll your own.
Mountain myths
made reservations argue this,
that shock and awe on homeland north
would wake the merchant stars.
Global captives shook
transcendence burst.
No enemy wants to eat a fig,
that grey dawn chains
with concrete trains,
the honorable men of No-Cleveland bought and sold.
Dissenting reptiles sang this song:
Concrete pop
space-garde Weiner
schnitzel mas!
infra mutants
Ghibbolath.
If this seems conspired with higher intelliars, techniques of
consciousness, nucleotides, galactic organs, and mystery plates where Secret
Service founded blood rites to amaze,
then
Join the Brigades!
Dr. Rubino del Sur is a
palantirologist of soccer. His alternate is Rubion del Sure. He has contributed
to the Roden Crater. Caught for weeks at a time
on the ice fields entails long frozen discoveries out of McMurdo Station. These
outings are no justification for satire, but they provoke more. I sought you
out because I saw JD Nelson mention his work there and I liked the name too. I
have reams of material but this one got sent because I never did justice to the
Republican convention of 2016. --I have another series where Cleveland falls
into the ocean with the whole of Ohio--could it be from all the fracking?--but
I spare you that, ho, ho. Anyway I thought just one piece would be the way to
try to contact you. I suppose you know how rare it is that a face is put on any
editor, so let your concerns bring you ever better material. If I can I would
contribute, Yours truly, Rubion del Sur
Rubion del Sur-Norte.
Warning, undergoing mass dissemination in those neighborhoods warranted.
The Reptilican
The revival in
Cleveland had begun. Propaganda carried its head underarm.
Do you want knowledge, do
you want power? Soak in brandy, dry in sugar and slice to rounds. You can roll
your own or take this lozenge, better for the lungs. Such nominations began
Our Convention that day, one day after afterlife began, in July.
Reptilian Platform
Mountain lions and wolves on reservations voted for the end of
natural myth. Divers from submarine bases fought imaginary light. Shock
and awe came to the homeland to disinfect, wake up the north, wake up the
earth, but Akron and Gaza would not dry out, or Ashdod of dark night. When the
gods returned, government pretended to be afraid.
One ballot replaced another.Transcendence among reptilians voted
authority under the influence. Terrorists at Homeland kept people shopping.
Manhattan made desolate to drive out day, L.A. saw the global
stars, went out to tread the clay. This convention is a National Security Event. It is necessary to save the president.
The convention sounded conspiratorial to all accounts of higher
intelligence. Advanced techniques of consciousness, nucleotide templates,
galactic organisms, mystery schools founded on drugs, magic, blood rites,
visitations of spirits from the maze sat The
Platform.
O Wal-Mart!
and Pittsburgh, your cities of perfect beauty lament.
O
freeways! O daughters! Nothing swims the brazen sea that swallowed worse. To
Kedar, Eber, Bobal went ten million men with bloody
brain.
WaMerika!
cuttings grow!
Psygoats sprayed the Helium
down to raise the Schumann Rez. Each night they fracked florescence down to
people back to Oz. Spray whichever Pompeii crack disinformation caused.
Before the convention in
Cleveland had begun, Reptilian leadership advised us to stay home. Only the Convention skippers could survive
the Gog
rolling businessmen turned scarab. Egyptian
syllabic mosquitos hummed the alien song. Passengers had to hold their
nose.
The Reptilican Convention
tasted sweet but was a bit thumperous.
You have to say it real
loud.
Amadodana KaNkulunkule! Amadodana KaNkulunkulu!
to wake the future sleep so
many hours. It was beginning summer
when they raised a caucus. Everybody smoked the amnesifying strains. The
best kept secret Dragons have more caucuses.
Disseminated reptiles sang this song:
Bridges pulled up space-garde pop,
Weiner schnitzel, nunca mas.
Infrastructure militants, politics, myth,
Eprison the G-cience G-hibboleth.*
“Say
now Shibboleth: and he said Siboleth, for he could not frame it right. They
they took him out and slew him.” Judg. 12.6
Graci, graci, tu, tu oo!
Reptile People did the reptile too. Fish, beasts, fowl crept bands of roving
iphones came in. Barrio electric ghetto magnets smashed boundary stones to
statutes.
So many delegates feared
none would know how to vote. Before the event, in 1876, it took seven ballots.
That was Cincinnati though. In Cleveland the Crown passed the most clearly
written law, They said the dead were Delegates
on the National Mall.
Words raised light, rubbed
them garlic pure.Bathed in heaven sounded the hermetic score. Caligula
and Nero practiced this global scale insects opened the Convention Reptile tale.
Contact was made easier
because of the nets. Contact’s predators were game. If you don’t want
transcendence you’re of no use to the Transcendent
Corps. Top poets wrote convention blurbs. The future was a stone.
Drive by Chicago's Sin.
Send Japan to Space.
Get out of Gilead.
Get out.
What about New Darjeeling?
State
lines broke the new earth skin. What about the LA dream? She buried golf courses that gave
no place to hide. Newer sins were sent to forest land
where hung
the D.C.
London mayor.
We lost the sun.
Marduke downed the Dome.
That dynamo Merkel exploded
ancient stones, lost innocence, pyramids,
mounds. "Do You want it, Jim!"
Do You want to overcome cold? Do You want to overcome you bugger? Do You
want to suck bold?
Transcendent Ballots peepotted gates of mind. Chariots and
trains, concrete barbs, global captivity shook merchant stars. Maple, Oak and
Pine grafted with iron while the other hand gripped the brain The honorable men
of No-Cleveland bought and sold.
No enemy wants to suck a fig but if you must Transcendent corps,
fgovs and aliens pucker up.
Beat your breast Cleveland! Akron snuck out to sea. There
goes Shaker Heights! The Secret Service
has authority to restrict titanium. Potential rioting is surprised.
Join the Brigades!
