And Once Upon A Pollytitoed Exactly.

And once upon a pollytitoed exactly, which bye now, and by then,
was apes and apes ago, and well before the invention
of lunacy and the invasion of mommies

and we her monkies, Goldilopper, and her friend June,
stepped out in th' dark deep of the ferry foresty green
in search of red grape and cherry cheep
which she wood kick start in her baskit for Easter

or maybe Smother. Burp just past her grasp she was fell upon slippery
by a lollipy floxy in jeans (whore was also a wolph.) Omm,
what a grape toot you gob, say Goldylooking, sagging,

and thru a straw, as dough she worm a queen
and smothered in some think (which she wash'nt.)
In fact, quite the open side was troo. Butt any waves,

to stick two th' storie, whim is all day a gut idea, the girl
got into bed with her grumpy gratemother not knowin

(or dipped she)
that sheep was a fox in Wilf's clothing, who, in fact,
was a napkin or harp botherer on her smugglers side. And that
be how (to cup a long story shorn) was how Alice

(and her rabbid)
sold the majik bean ant got th' cow, witch I think is now
a film or play or book by Rim Van Window on
Wipe Washer Film. Butt dab, I think

is quite anuther stottie. Soap gum bide you for now, you dollops
ant smilies and kitchen tellers
untilt tomorrows when i wilt sleep with you again.

Excerpt from: theJABBERwockyEXPERIMENT
whose leader is GEORGE: Chapter Three. Every Piece
Needs It’s Laugh Becabbage War Aint Funny.

My Last Poem.

things just occur
like trees like oceans.

even murder has it's season.

Sheen.

Dear Agony Person,

Sheen,
is my problem. In other words,
I appear to be too shiny. In fact, to the naked eye,
i appear quite varnished. My mother likes it though,
at least she says so, and daily suggests,
from behind her various polaroids,
that I should join the priesthood. She's told me that
all good men are shiny and sometimes even shimmering.
She showed me a book with the picture of a saint in it.
He had no shoes on, a long grey beard, and appeared
to be hovering above a sofa. And indeed,
he did appear to be terribly shiny. Now,
she's trying to get me onto a talk show or into the papers.
She might even be able, she say's, to get me an agent.
She also tells me that my uncle George suffered
from the same problem, but that
his shininess slowly diminished after rumours
of his leap frog activities were published in the tabloids.
Anyway, have you any information relating to this problem,
and if so, could you please forward it to me.

Yours, in all my entirity, Jacob G. Marley.
Specialist in Stains and Accidental Spillage
at the Institute of.

sophie and her fish

3
of the people
reading this

are afraid of fifties
formica furniture, of cliff
and bing's christmas thing

of pink doves
of red marigold gloves

of the highland fling
of wet string

& the quicklier & quicklier he got the thicklier & thicklier he got so much so that by his ending he was re-bending back. Quote by Einstein. Albert.

... as Pyke tells Peel
of his plans to build
a huge aircraft from frozen
water and woodpulp,
Jack, in the other room,
shows Jill
his Amsterdam footage,
demonstrates to Sharon
his idea for
an alternative method
of transport...

Permutations From a Very Particular & Personal Period

Mockingly
fight the lock with a flock of fun
with a grave of gun
in a brawl of bandages
in a canoe of sandwiches
and manufacture for militants
in a mortuary of moustaches
a tapestry of taxis for throwing
a pot of promises for growing
a bag of money for blowing.


1. this poem is still under construction. 2. this poem is made up . 3. all spelling mistakes are intentional.

telephone

the telephone rings
so she picks it up
but hears
only heavy breathing
hears
only god alone
on a distant telephone
heavy breathing
in the dark