King Prion --Hooooooo Wore that morning's livery slippery
made a loop of the loupe A jeweler.
Happy, happiest toddler on the block.
And when he leuked closer, the red cell de-bucketed,
spilt guts, like a hasp spent or hen bent
over eggs in the nests of complexity.
Easy's over.
A chopping or an auction block.
A chopping list.
What complexity could crack and flow like this
and make a motion studyable at MIT.
A reproduction in 3D.
If you need me, I'll just be standing outside
for a sec in media ab ovum, like a kid just studying hump
and dump.
I didn't know you had to study that stuff.
Oval is the shape of the egg.
pierced blown and strung up before the horse.
The cart before the horse, before the chicken
bucket batter me.
That's no way to go to the dump, to dump the contents,
pump the trumped up sludge like chum pump, action lamp
chain or a chain gang, dead key on other- fucking Keyboard,
or lanyard.
Chomp it in the mouth of the dust,
in the mouth of the champ or the chumps.
[LAUGHTER]
King Prion --Hoooooooo Had a body for sin
and a body for numbers.
Well, I sink, sank, sunk number after number
into the slain crowd, like lawn darts or a numb
raft on the party circuit in a gown slit oar
high like a ribbon of moonlight.
The moon that breaks the cloud bank,
splits the brow with a number one bullet point, ball peen,
open-faced, which asunder cannot be shut.
But must needs, each 24 hour be driven through.
A chute full of cows shoots the moon, puts
the zwei in death's ein, drie without insight,
the cow's eye goes thick in its socket,
as a lover's sigh on the lagoon as a moonlit night
on the lagoon.