We named the slogan after you, direct payroll deposit for
thought I was packed into
my launch canister correct
as in correctional patsify squeegee
to spaceship public housing too palatial for
the shit dayglos came express-mail:
do you double-lock? --
you thought the moon had a receiving set? --
is the hum in the line or from one of the pots? --
introducing himself as Robert Johnson, we asked:
volume one or volume two? --
who desk-topped your brain?
Mediocrity is no excuse for christianity --
leaflets!... how's my sect? --
the cleverness comes off
like cheap newsprint & fucks up all your white
Whitman, as in sampler --
well, desk me out!... fuck-ups as
tape loop as linear as...
do you own the word pretentious or just its meaning...
shopping... remove the spock from the playpen
or you run the risk of becoming the Mr. Peanut
of your own brand-name Spandex for Lent, an endless
stream of pretty good stuff
my chotchkas don't fit
galvanizers, back to your bedwetters! --
I will replace Karajan
to get the drop on beef hormones in dreadlocks
chunka-chunka slash by class chill on
our beeper item the skirt-chasers are jamming
the frequencies known as "sheep dipping" --
I'm at work waiting for
a rat to come out of anesthesia --
can't nature go out for coffee? --
hot peppers on an autobahn to your anus...
microfiche cakes, Oh Zhao Ziyang! --
we are quick-freeze artifacts of graft
conformity, moussy to rescue? --
encode me another gelato, hon'