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Rader, Fish, and Kermode


Make sense compatriots out of this
Blue horse, green douche, grey neck, fuchsia piss
Window wood crater lake tensed in pain
Hairless llamas grope graves we complain

Rader, Fish, and Kermode

I scream, you scream, we scream at belt loops
Unhinge pudding sawdust vulture coops
Piecemeal concrete thumbtacks over all
Uncushioned toothpaste shelves never fall

Rader, Fish, and Kermode

I at a rolling have been Uncle Sam too long
If they are goatherders they’re never far from wrong
Split-cloven-hoofed women: why me do you chide so?
Bolt, screw, nut, shoestring, pro tentpole, pro patio

Mass murder she wrote installing brains
Infrared lifeblood sinks up through drains
Handbag hauteur exhume that motel
Jejunal ooze makes lovely Rotel

Rader, Fish, and Kermode

Crepe-soul barnyard quick stab in the shin
Magnolia pinprick punch ocu-din
Pretend this bathtub transom restrain
Oh don to thee slink blocks of disdain

Rader, Fish, and Kermode

Hiroshimatic integrity pinstripe untorn on a pederast notebook of split-ended wishbone
Oxymoronic clavicular struggle within jalapeno-wrist Dorian never begat
Streuselshtick woodgrain and powdery olive drab bedslat cum couchslit on water-high gravel patch
Sewn onto the air!
North Sea religion (what paperback amputee?) bootskin eraser crepe myrtle will find it all out
Before ice age pre-parking garages asbestos insistus erection Ritz crackers Mein
Kampf-y down skullcaptain superphlegmatic intelligent walruses picking on Radar O’
Roll up the ceiling tile e-flat diminished the voice of Burl Ives and--
Thesemisturdyspacklingpastedwalkingcaneofthemedullaoblongataofamosscoveredpeltcoveredshell
whichusedtohousenothing(andstilldoes)andwhichmeanslessthannothingtolessthannoone.

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