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Mycelium of GarbageI.There once was a boy named SueWho came out the chimney flueWith a pear between his teethHe told us a story of heath:Once when I was a baby boyI used to run my dog named ToyHe left earth on a big rocketNow dwells in a tv sprocket.I went to the land farawayWhere rainbows sprang out of the hayWhere long days cooled to ice nightsWhen we tucked our toes in like mice.The apparition appeared thenRiding a chariot of men;He stood at the gate and spake:Come now, come now, it’s getting late.Polly said to Bruce the FelineGo now and chant the long complineElse he’ll have us by the neckWringing us out over the deck. As I watched the moon slowly roseA gelid stone of celluloseI halted at the river thenGoing tap tap tap tap again.Upon the water a mermaidAppeared, with a lock of haid;I slowly approached the wallAnd it answered withal.II.(A deck looking into the night.)Did you go to Mer’s house today?I went there just yesterday.She plucked a grape in the grapevine.Mine, said I.She held out her palm and passed the fruit,Which I plopped into my mouth with a——It tastes good.—That’s good.Just then a motorcycle passed with a man riding pillion.His skirts fluttered in the wind one billion.—She went to the beach with Don in the winter—I know. Lick up. I’ll linger.—Hahahaha.—Cool it baby, maha—Lalala.—Tata.The army stopped outside of the red palace with a switchblade. Then the ensign appeared through the cavalcade.—Where’s my big onion? he calledFrom afar a seagull squalled.Where I’m going I’ll letchuknow;Please stand on the heaven’s grove.III.Gail was six foot sicks in her buckskin shoes. Creaking, she creaked down the avenue. Of golden butterflies—one in every store front. ‘I want that one and that one and that one,’ Gail said to her governess. ‘The loud one?’ ‘The one with the crimson wings?’ ‘Its throax dripping pollen, its antennae as black and fuzzy as a sheep?’ The wrecking ball came. To sleep.The sky peeled open as Night Bullstrode watchedOh my heavens it’s getting squashed;The berries red, the bananas in blueWhere’m I’going what’ll I do?—Help me help me burn today. Each and each and every way. Though the sun is gay the stars are blue; I came out of the sea to marry you.—Marry you wish you came my dearInto the feathers—what a fear!Into the cottage I’ll never go Until you buy me fur below.Menhir, gracewinding, and sprockets on the limbs. Slow upending. Grace setting.Once more menn though the aye is soft the barn aloft the heavens tall and god rained it down.They sait in front of the computer watching Nichijou日常Rainbow.The appleblossoms on the hill.Winter, without its chill.IV.To the Divine Grace with arms of flowers he made his way. Each and every (each and every) day.When the going is tough the tough get going.He licked the powder off his fingers.I know: the wind had turned the streets to mush. As rain was pouring in I asked my Holy Book what to do, then drove to a page two thirds of the way in:Wherever you are bemind the waveIt sprang out of a horny caveForget the cheetah, pay the oxDo not dare look at the candy box.I swear I’ll eat you when it snowsMy mother’s a lamb of thorny toesI cannot help my godly voiceTo utter one say ‘rejoice.’And so all of the land turned flower-golden. Crates from Ephraim opened with thumblets of toads inside. Playing knickknack on a table of woman, one wore the czar’s cap, one the wig, one the pork pie while adistant Mingus wailed blues to the wind through his suxaphone, hung out to dry.—Ughhh, said Lizzard Boy.Wrapping up the song wearing a thong. I graced through each note you placed: no no no!And so the sun rises, over the ring of bulls, up the slope, down east where the snow is raining evermore. ................
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