This is my job,I don’t come around and put outyour red light when you work.SilenceWhat’s the matter,didn’t you get enough attention at home?SilenceIf shit were music,you’d be a brass band.SilenceKnow what?You should get an agent,why sit in the darkhandling yourself.For Laviniawho goes likegynozoon.IX I VIX III V IFor the citizenwhose joke laysin their hand.I V IV IX IX IIITo play fugueson JovesSpam castanets.V IX IXI VI IX ICattle are slaughtered,Entrails examined,spread out across the moon.The Tisza is rising,topless bars overflowing,pulsing through the flumes.Drop-kicked coloraturasfouling my ears,bypassingan anorexic sky and--scar jumping grafters,chorion-crying. How can you stoopso high?For Papiriawho plopsthe Pantheon.IV VI IXV I IX IFor grosse Gauls who wont leaveour sheep alone.V I VIIIX I IX INorsemen!DO NOT!eat the big pink mint.Flush hard,its a long way to Athens.Gonefrom your wooden palace.The wild mice pelt clothesslipped from my toeswhere termitesscribble the walls.Twisted forth,and gone,‘Little father’,The ‘snip’ off yournine-ninety-nine,from where you groomedyourself too small.No moredragging this wormy anusround on shag piles fromPersia to Thrace.I’ve severedmy reeking gonads,fed them to yourshrunken face.Janus headits said,will give good door.IX IX VIX I IX IFor a Roman who’s proofthat Greeks fucked bears.V V IXVII V IV IHeard this one?This’ll kill ya,about the ropes of haircare of Venus the Baldtugging Mercs across the plain.Those measuring road-rashed belliesa perte de vue to menight and day.The oneabout the saintstranded highupon his pillar.Thirty summers,Thirty winters,his constant visitor,his mother.But he’d stare into the distance,ignored her calls from downbelow......“DID YOU EVER THROW YOUR OWNMOTHERS FOOD BACK AT HER?!”“DID YOU EVER TELL HER,TAKE THIS JUNK AWAY?!”“WHAT KIND OF UNNATURAL SONWOULD DO THAT TO HIS OWNMOTHER?!”.....The tasteless oneabout the bantamwho couldn’t climb a rung.Your Helipolis is scrapheap.Gone,the brown slugof your tongue.For eunuch Ronwho sleeps at nightacross the emperors bedroom door. III V IX IX I V IGrostulating-Gorbirequires fresh packing.II IX VI IV IX IOVER,its over,Syrinx screamingall around,BAR! BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR!BAR!Aquil-Aetos! Aquil-Aetos! screaming all around,Filling up my life,screaming all around.BAR! BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR!OVER,its over,your Nibelungcan’t be found.Their shadowlessshadows,wiping me.Wiping me cleanaway.BAR! BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR! BAR!Where’s;the scent of pine torches,the lumbering caravans,the felt covered wagons, moving like galleons?The ‘wedgie’, the ‘melvy’ to threaten the air?Only fledge muffledlong hollow bone-drumsa beating.The dark day behind us,the dark day aheadthe wind drone acrossskull goblets.THEN,Basel-cum-Strasbourg-cum-Frankfurt-cumSpeyer-cum..............I hear the only place your ever invitedis outside.SilenceIf brains were rain, you’d surelybe a desert.SilenceLook, don’t go to a mind reader,go to a palmist;I know you’ve got a palm.SilenceDoes your face hurt?cuz its killing me.CUT;toLost Lumbago City. I am perchedagainst the sky.A banner shoal of sparrowssways in the twilight.Down there,asish kabibble’sschlepp the shadeforever,earths hoaryfontenelleweeps softlyfor athumb thrust.A chorus of threadbareblack-stockinged legsis fanning outinto a frazzled blackrose.Nophalanxes fleeinglike zippers of blood,red plumes noddingbetween the horsesears.HEY BUDDY!GIVE IT UP!HEY PAL!COME DOWN!JOIN THE LIVING!WANTED!A LISPING, HOBBLING, NOSELESSRUNT.Phone IX IX IXIX IX IX I.REMEMBER:‘SOMEDAY YOU’LL GO FARIF YOU CATCH THE RIGHTTRAIN’?HOW ABOUT,‘YOU’RE SO FAT,WHEN YOU WEAR A YELLOWRAINCOAT, PEOPLE SCREAMTAXI?’THEN THERE’S,‘YOU’RE SO BORINGTHAT YOU CAN’T EVEN ENTERTAIN DOUBT’.I’ll greasethis polebehind me.Grease this polebehind me.Grease this pole.Grease this pole.There’s an unfinished rumourdoing the rounds.It seems the storks are seenreturning to the rooftops.Carrying back their children.Clacking like dried palms.Loud enough to be heardfrom Reims to Orleans.River banks are cleared.Bridges retaken.Oblivion,driven from the citystreet by street.So whyhave screams of laughter,the pissing stenchof mares-milk beercome to baityour toad downfrom his toadstool?And ifI’m melancholic.And ifI shed a tear.....‘Don’t forget to blink,lest your eyeballs dry up, fall outof their sockets and dangle on yourcheeks like Caesar’s shrivelledcoglione’......its when I heara sawed-off coffin rollsbeneath the TiszaHEY BAR!Ah, my noblest music.HEY!BAR! BAR! BAR!HEY BAR! BAR!BAR! BAR!I’ll greasethis polebehind me.Grease thispole behindme.Grease thispole....Grease thispo....OVER,its over,but where’sthe electronssqueezing all around?Burning upmy life.Squeezing all around.OVER,its over,Only freezingall around.I greasedthat polebehind me.Greasedthat polebehind me.Your Nibelungcan’t be found.I’ve looked high and low for you,I guess I didn’t look low enough.Don’t move:I want to forget you just the wayyou are.I really hope your face clears up.You know;I think you’ve got nothing there.Infrared, infrared.I coulddropintothedarkness.Its so cold,Infrared.What ifI freeze,anddropintothedarkness?
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