Ghost of a chance
One must keep up
reappearances.
Even the azure ones.
Penny lathered over the sink
a fresh bar of soap.
Parachuting looks safe
and perversely it is.
The scraps can't be sold.
This is not the news
it's only the teaser
which is all you need.
Penny is bricking
the door to her kitchen
exactly by the book.
follow me and i'll make you a fisher of fish
bed liners / you lite up my life
/ i've been practicing / doting / how does it feel to be lubbed / Chihuahua
/ dollymop / dozen red noses / wherever you go it's the center of the
universe / get down or get thrown / a little red in the gutters / with
all due respect you bunch of dickheads / fungus among us / oop / since
your foot's up here you might as well scratch / real fast pants / ignoramus
in the lumber yard / 80's cheese / give it up Einstein / busier than
a phrenologist in a room full of lumpheads / this is my son Beelzebub
him's my wittle Bubby yes him is / half-assed demiurge / best case scenario
i got gas / thou art a lamp unto my wick / ask your doctor if chlornaspramine
fluoxydramethacoride is right for you /
and up came 5 little choir kids
and up came 5 little choir kids
crammed full of song and joke
books and thumbs
one yowled in a jar 'bread mold for sale'
and we were on a marble hill with bags of marbles
some were fake sleeping
and one went for sugar
and a second for hands
and a third for pets to put at the end of them
dinner in oranges
prow of a dolphin
and there was a fuss
licorice lost lesson learned
Jesus, Harpo, and the babysitter are playing a round of golf
one expelled for slingshots
and 6-penny nails wrapped in Christmas foil
one my age picking pizza
sheepdogs impacting ponds
cat's in the henhouse
the fifth living and hairy
apparently a matter of life and motion
yolk gyrations
a lantern in the lair next to the bamboo cradle
swirlies and steelies tête à tête
until the pitch pipe settles everything
petite voices like water clinging to a sieve
'evil can be heard in the valley' they sing
'dead words riding in a Ferrari' they throat
'a fish a donkey and a fork are on the Golden Gate Bridge'
chirps the chorus
we're on a hill losing our marbles in the fern
mockmellons and tiger eyes
one gets out by mouth
another by scrunching
a third stuck in his mitten
an illustration where the fourth should be
the deal was made
with the pig on the ride home
a copy sent via hippopotamus
teaching the geese to do sky poems
third one nominated by the second one
blood brother blood sister
and cracked open a marble
and rode the earthquake
and warbled of course
a marshmallow toast
dress rehearsal makes perfect
and it was a sight to hear
and the wind was there dying down
snakes came out of the grass
and just sat there hovering
and machines saturated in oil
and dreams with roots
and marbles lay over all the earth
and choir kids lay over the marbles
shooters and peewees
the return of mud
tendrils in a nursery
three choirboys walk into a bar
broken pencils in peanut butter
and one ate a flea
two in the tub with army men
rubberized and indestructible
and everyone and nothing happened
so they slept in naps
and pulled gobs from the fire
songbirds up from the valley
cat now licking a flying arch
melting the ice on the fuselage
blackberries turning alcoholic in the sun
like balloons on a nightmare
what a ditty
and a weed
and an octopus crawling up the hill
siren blaring
