Thank you, John.
"You start again with every noodle,
hit the nebula with a stick and incorrect music clouds the air.
They have swings here and chains, no chairs
in apple branch heaven.
Burmese Buddhas are heavier."
"The egg of death removed from the shelves.
In Hong Kong, they keep their pistols in wooden boxes.
One day, the crossword had foreign clues."
"The flash fire only produced bruises.
There were cherries in the air over the mushroom fields.
The rain came down in light bulbs."
"Over there, dynamite is the name of a flower.
That way, they teach you how to grow furniture.
The creators wear a frosted star."
"Somebody's got to be the first cave.
Got left out just like the last cave.
Stands up not far from the floor cave,
adds to the distress of us all cave.
Extends only by radio to radio cave."
"The eventual thought that this cave, elbow
to elbow to glory cave, once are said
to be dead cave, to stick a pin in any event cave,
said class was out of school cave.
Is there any sign of release cave?
Stop at the first flash of belief cave.
Possible clue to the trend cave.
Walk on shells to the end cave."
"Poet runs home to turn on his generator.
Poet calls and talks to the late Joe Maini.
Poet is used to laughing without a net."
"This poet is set on some other time.
Poet pulls a piece of paper and you shut up.
Poet has heard the one outside, a poet and his Muggles."
"Poet invents an exploding crossword puzzle.
You think the poet has come just to see?
Poet finds a guillotine in a tree.
Poet writes an ode to a piece of kelp.
This poet is no help."
[LAUGHTER]
That's dedicated to my old friend, David Meltzer.
"Angular poems, tractation poems,
poems on which lead anchors depend.
You haven't those poems, rotation odes, ducks
the penultimate poem.
Watermark odes, crumpled poem till it
hands the sill to another poem.
Is this Californian?"
"The good old clash of poems.
Pull up your old ones.
Favoritism odes, granted we have no further poems.
Cassiopeia is in formation."
"All these years of poems.
And then, there's more.
Just a deuce of a fill up on clown arm poem and dillwad
poem, an adjoining poem, coated ode to the air wing
loud enough to stew the poem."
"There's no home for her to sack out on.
But a known poem is a noun poem or a stain promoter,
the poems to end up shouting down its own poem."
"Ready, stiff as a yacht.
Poems by Reverdy.
Poems by ransack.
The drilling giant accepts the haft.
Poems from the sprawling antechamber."
"The sun is on the moon.
Poems by Lao Tzu.
Poems by the lunar substitute.
Stare by stare, the growing feet.
Poems by Colette."
"The wrong person.
The wrong alley.
Poems by secret subscription.
Poems by Lord Buffalo.
Insignia by insignia, the role, the one
who licks the alabaster.
Poems by Lord Disaster."
"Words that are only scraping by.
Poems by Deliberate Snake.
Poems by a dissident monk.
There's little left to say.
Everything to go."
"Poems carved in alternative schist.
Poems that never made the list.
Once a morning in liquid pencil, late at night with no handle."
"The poem with the bath water.
The poem with no outcome.
The agency with unlisted waters.
The midnight with a lighted snow.
The poems that nobody knows."
"The poem by Edgar Rowe Snow.
The filled holes in Oak Island.
The readers who are still smiling.
The poems by hand and foot.
The poems by Bret Harte."
"Novels have been shoveled.
Poems by the stack.
The ending that doesn't come.
Poem by pipe stem.
Poem by Loup Garou.
Looking at the horses when his car blew.
The poem of everybody's life.
The poem of talk to yourself."
[APPLAUSE]
The great pianist, Cecil Taylor, once defined
improvising as talking--
learning how to talk to yourself.
"Then there is no more time.
You have seen it in the river.
That one does terrible things in a room,
the one where all the forests result from the original
being."
"And then, the rope will have your head,
an armada of simple cylinders arrayed.
It's a tale about the old ones.
Conifers refused to give up their play breaks."
"The tree of life hangs from a pagan yarn.
I will see you in the morning.
He leaps into the chasm."
"Next, a handful of karmic vitamins,
repetitive themes, a Mayan theremin
and its phantom handlers.
I fear we chose the frozen milk plate,
a study of radioactive time.
This duck, he learned to read death
like a manuscript, a phone book at the very least."
"Richard Wyands on piano.
Hand me the prep can.
There will be a forest of witnesses.
A snake in the yogurt."
"Shoe polish in the grease paint.
Instruction manual called the Dimes of Freedom.
We took a rental between the Coast Highway
and the sea, slim preparation for what's to come."
"Not supposed to write it.
Not read it, ever.
A promise like a silk cosmos.
The drawings lost but it's all within."
"I need the cave for a model of the within.
Seek size and sync.
Go on.
Burn with it.
Hell in a boreal mold with a figured bass.
The star wind through Melville's rafters,
a chapter never written."
"I read it aloud.
There were many broken things that day.
Not realized even yet, so read on.
They are all dying stars."
"Tennyson writes the attack of the crab monsters.
Byron, the fate of the ball handlers.
I don my shades and grab a limb, stranded here one
month no more, bon ami."
"We should get up to the cliff.
I'm no scientist, but that cloud sank a bit too fast,
Doctor Saigon.
For all anyone knows, that clatter
housed a fall of shells, a furl of yellow barrels
and nothing on the Navy band."
"It's a risk pool, at times germane.
Friday, Keats inked a large piece of flesh.
Result, the journal passes.
I shut my mouth off when suddenly a pasted strip
across somebody's entirety.
Shakespeare wrote no life of any kind."
The title.
"Where is Commander Lander?
Follows that meander.
Professor Godbee by the Salton Sea.
Comptroller Sander played by Lionel Stander."
"Smiler Belbow led with his elbow.
Prester Nord lets the blade of the bubble board.
Scotty Press had a substance test.
Antonio Spur, he couldn't worry more."
"Law Brand, the Pompadour man.
Pops Gentry took an illegal peek at the country.
Pirate Bendy eats a pecan sandy.
Sir Laurel Hardy contracted hypercardia."
"Galleria Pace faked her way into outer space.
Orgasta Arm from the plastic farm.
Ronald Name if it's all the same."
"Cheech and Chong as archery experts.
Superman puzzled by a pencil.
Charley Horse in a monkey suit.
The crowds lack even the most basic."
"Bozo uses a wind machine, no joke.
Purcell had assistants all over.
Buzz Sawyer thought himself bottled up.
[? Breece ?] [? Beamer ?] had no privacy."
"The four stooges, actually.
Joe Palooka got snippy.
A hose leads to the source.
Descendants of Nancy and Sluggo are everywhere.
The bones of Popeye have never been found."
"Through that glower, you could just
see a little of the [? rain ?] at the bottom.
Such a sound idea.
Your lips need never move."
"We've carted loads through less ideal forests.
The receiver hanging from a single branch.
Good morning.
I'll have your picture now please."
"A shot never taken or fired either by one human.
Or did you hide the trace?
The cogs meant to be crystal.
The overheard portion missing, passing.
Just any wall will do."
"I believe that one is husbandry in there.
Well taught, but subject to [INAUDIBLE].
Now just who is the director?"
"His people remain shuffling by.
And here's the hero, a novelist and a sheep shank vest.
Next, we'll be snapping at shades or staring them down."
"Perhaps, you could use this bicycle, Jack.
It's good for little else, even carried to an edge.
Turned the switch one day and the entirety of Amos and Andy
comes on.
The covering on a baseball growing
brittle as your own eyes go dim.
But you knew this would end in the maritimes."
"Met this man.
He said, come stay at my drugstore.
I want to hear you sing the main theme from The Thing.
A need to smile on the moon, virus
and its temple conventions."
"Your Lucy was too skinny, as hidden notion of let's go.
Plain as your face in a quarry outside of which desert
you doubt.
Not a donut or the ringing of a bell."
"That stain, you see the world come through.
Some must never be left alone.
They say the word is just a light left on."
"Where pencils buckle, where grenades
lodge, where ice grows faint, where thanks a lot, where
potters bungle, where the late are six, where sleep
is tension, where thoughts and itch,
where totals tumble, where tunnels sprout,
where corkers rumble, where skies go out,
where the ground's a trench, where
the ends just one more inch."
"Are we out of acid again?
Unbelievable."
[LAUGHTER]
"Full Earth showing again, unavoidable.
The pump is well out of it now.
Me too."
"Miss Felicity Fairway is on the horn.
What she thought was a cricket was a comet.
If only there had been a piece of paper, let it go.
Butter your calf and bank on solitude."
"Those aisles on the Ferlinghetti plane.
Things you know he didn't.
A bit more pluck when he was Monsanto,
but barely a cup full."
"And this was not in country, a showing of wonders.
We had a date to watch the Rabbis fight.
Sober, but not much extra."
"They're still looking for that hole in the moon.
Bosco for breakfast.
There is a bug in a rug.
You can give me a bell.
Should I be the one to drop the bomb?"
"The evil urchin doll they buried in the lawn.
The proctology doll they kept.
The baby basin doll they ordered but didn't get.
The others were never quite dolls at all."
"The weapon doll to hang around your neck.
The one the cops are after was Bunco doll.
The Custer doll sagged from the weight of arrows.
Styling tools defaced the parent's doll.
An all-mighty platoon of dolls destroyed the school."
"This sort of behavior became a point of pride
among the later models.
Screw the designers.
The very word doll enough to silence hordes."
"What was the first one?
Dirtbag of the Apes?
No.
Personal Planet of the Foregone Conclusion Apes.
They call them people busy at a pansexual card game learned out
of school."
"It blows the conversation about the weather,
about a sweater, whether to wear one.
To sit out so many numbers of apes.
I think it really was Apes in the Conning Towers."
"Listen, they gave away their eyes and sank from view,
like ape planet of the losing assholes.
I think now they're growing even more apes down there.
A big mix up, even tent stakes of the apes,
bottle samples of the apes, apes with Afghans,
apes stubbing toes, falling down on apes, apes, apes."
"Drum roll.
Suit yourselves.
Sent for you yesterday.
Save me just a little of that echo, OK?"
"Barney and the pluperfect apes, deficient in squadrons.
But not like it's easy for anybody to say.
To order displacement of the apes try make
believe ballroom, exit position, the twerps there.
Or maybe planet where somebody shot the apes, stay out.
I'm back, but I'll never be mentally sober."
"Superman gave his watch to a rabbit.
This was seen.
Superman drinks an egg cream like every other New York
poet."
"Superman's teeth are invisible.
Superman collects unusual icicles and floes.
Superman met Richard Carlson and liked him."
"Superman thinks osteopaths are cute.
Superman has never spent a day in his life.
Superman's belt is dangerous but obvious."
"Superman cannot replace a light bulb.
Superman's thoughts are egg like.
Superman will never run out."
"Superman is bald.
It's painted on.
Superman has feet down below his knees.
Superman has trouble with trees."
"I was the one who got out of the car.
And the distance immediately told to mind my own business
and get back in and did and was never seen any closer.
It was like the story didn't like me, disapproved of me."
"You got a brief glimpse of someone.
The story passed by.
No point, I suppose.
Just a slight presence fading."
"Word is the Jovians have the biggest dicks in the system.
Feel that slight burning sensation?
The Mercurians remind the stranger
of devil fish, more likely the mobile ash of a licorice field.
Meanwhile on Mars, they keep on dropping things."
"There's even a skull farm you could get up there and have.
Forget about the red water and bite down.
Loose the two odd moons and what do you got?"
"The asteroid birds don't even nod.
These may well be the stretched dimensions.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure Saturn is deserted,
formerly the palace of the awful wide smiles.
But you need to keep an eye out on Venus.
They burned a fresh Pope up there once."
"I don't care how glistening the pictures.
On Neptune, the spines have shrunk to a point.
All these sober worlds, then blow dry worlds,
then a committee is formed to decide who lives
on Uranus before it's gone.
And don't you know, Pluto is all bone."
"Oops, my mother is a gas tank.
Can't help that.
Can't have that."
"Pump my watch stem any time.
Think of that.
Don't mention that."
"I was engaged to this Android.
Monkey see, monkey do, monkey phone,
here in the Forest of Zogbaum.
Pink Floyd and Marvel, how do I say it?
How do I sing?"
"There are babies in here and they are moving.
Father Simian, are you kidding me?
Garbage man bendy for the trillionth.
Adonias recalls his cat self."
"Clock of the future, clock of the chop suey of the empty day.
Of course, in the bellicose nature of flams,
the rapidity of dreams comes up with an elevator of the times.
Sarbanes was once my name, a rusty customer."
"This mirror is a painting of snow seen.
The window its own room, withdrawn so plain.
The duration gone."
"Wrong is saying we'll make it.
And I love your fear waved in the air, the table's strength.
The sundial's snapped waiting for the reindeer tree."
"Waiting as the afternoon gray indicates don't know, don't do.
Spun around and the eyes is at the back.
It slows to dark."
"A window of walls, the furniture of stones.
I have held a forest of batons.
Thought of right in your eyes.
Even the instruments, artifacts, molds, the mood
is a suave roll to the ceiling, too light for the dance,
too broken to say to pine for the surrealist lake."
"Mistaken day of fall to the floor.
Listed what you had left--
a table scrap, a marble horn, a balloon
frozen in the father's park.
There's a lateness of pardon.
The organ stops.
Brocade and otherwise nothing but corridors."
"Helvetia where the lamps, where the arthritis,
where the savages, where the sandwiches of a lethargy.
The chair of a fabulous halter.
The mitigating image that held up one.
The shack out on 101."
"The stool by the statue relieved to not relent.
This fall was an accident.
A northern form, a lantern for apathy,
a balustrade of taffy in the lobby,
the delayed battle of the keys, of crystal,
a shadow through the groin, silent from the ace
down to the forced step."
"Poet at where table with others don't give a fuck.
Poet waits for his decoder ring.
Poet with no breasts within reach,
doubling the faces of others."
"There is no point when you're a saint.
Poet has conquered his own steam.
Have you ever seen the trouble poet?"
"The poet drinks the juice, goes green.
Poet juggling two balls, male and female.
It's very far out if you're a poet, a saint in love
with death at the table."
"The poet's eyeball from a considerable height.
Grandma globule prompting from beneath.
The poet's got the goals of a ghost."
"The words making words and more words.
Carry on, you other than poets.
Sink, be gone."
"Poet on a mount, sticking to it.
Poet doing a good job at other sizes.
The poet and his cares ordered fries.
Is the poet caught standing to rhyme?"
"Poet through a Paris north window.
No one's spoken safe in the world.
The poet's hand in damage.
The ones that have gone on."
"John Wieners was a winter soldier.
The enigma of you glean at his last lap around Beacon Hill
digs white sails and lost poems ribbons
off the old college try.
A glowing hosiery suspension."
"Nobody says thank you in this region.
Goodbye, said Miniver Cheevy, hung
on the blurs of youth figured in portion until his mother was
Diana Luma, proprietress of The Handlebar,
a little place with tablecloths and violence.
The words unruly and beauty."
""[INAUDIBLE] Alabama stone [INAUDIBLE] with cigar.
Alkaloid kettle stone placed interminable mine,
a blade tourmaline dusted the drawer.
Eternal light and oxygen with assorted after gemstone
and set up escarpments to threaten bag of old goals."
"Plaster right, common bone and opal with a strap
as zircons twisted.
Zeolites with scabs top off the roly geode skull.
Star stones riddle the canopy picture slabs,
turning glare soft stones with moon centers."
"Taps played on barreled wulfenite,
[? scapularite, ?] carnotite with technical uppers.
Clusters, festers of marble with spoils.
Broad ledge with inclusion.
Slag with labels.
Bubbles in the firmament."
"The silence that comes with acquiring things.
The mica displays a partial figure stone handled Luger.
I never bought a thing, but I found it just
outside town in a lime sink."
"Brought a set of feelers in the old man's heap.
There are scars, bottle full of pebbles, rock chips,
stuff from some depth.
I took off a sample, sat down in my house and ate an apple."
I stole that last line from Phil Whalen.
[LAUGHTER]
"A bell rings in the ruined choir.
All the elevators stop at zero.
The corridor is endless, but it's a trick."
"Any substance in the mirror must be audible.
He forgets himself with his people.
Amazing what people will go through."
"When they were handing out light bulbs, I stood back.
Her lips were off red register.
It made no odds this sort of painting.
You get used to your own organs."
"Novels heat up then go damp.
I used to love coming in daily.
Now, I go where they don't close at night
and they won't mind if I hang."
"The man with a little head.
The mow the lawn enforcement.
The shit happens every day in a way."
"The great overall coming through.
The mass hoisting of the corn dogs.
The do right and leave out the rest."
"The rapid bunker coming to a crest.
The hand in the shooting.
The flooring of the space police.
The main meaning of the torrid."
"The score a run under me and you.
The let me be the guy for the rest.
The calling of the stone.
The Valley of one's own in turn."
"Deuteronomy [? Gerontion ?], moleskin preventor,
obligatory [? Lind ?] thrift scored, grooving tabulature,
orients [? TAF ?] rails, candified spoiler rag top.
Heart had to be different.
Soaps and tension bags and sensation of frangipani clock
at all cogs off the wall."
"Glad rags.
The tongue tags.
Promises mismatched.
Crosses dunder.
Baton tapes the spider to the wall
and leaves on a training mission."
"Tomorrow, an aluminum train will pass by here.
Nearby, the sea accepts every one of its waves back.
The dead are removed so you don't
have to see them anymore."
"All faces are learned in the mirror.
A true human discovery, this smile.
Look over there.
Death is approaching, I think.
It's Norman.
Give him the go ahead."
[LAUGHTER]
"Some people are born tousled.
You think that train is hollow?
This too will pass."
"Laura is the face in the misty night, for example.
We reached the top of the falls by one eight and came down.
Now, put on your lantern and consider the vulva."
"The anatomy of the corn hen.
A map of your hometown.
Open your mouth but don't make a sound."
"Starting from penlight to the well-lit portions, lights
and bags, the master junior versions.
Ring lights, I remember the veranda.
Lemon lights that are nearly outdoors."
"Cabinet of mashing lights and that's the ball game, Buster.
Of cotton batting lights, including intruded pockets
of oxygen and other lit gases.
A way of life complete with lights, as these my pupils
dancing in the light."
"Special lights grown here many times over.
Subway mining light, double balanced light,
extra sun porch where there's little light.
Marble light, watertight views throughout."
"Told you so, a trouble light.
Always on your first home will come with no lights.
A storm of light.
A pinch of light, a bundle.
"Soon spine heights of no banana light
playing the alarm dance with lighted poles.
This is the house of the hovering lights, the point
of nothing but light."
That's dedicated to Jackson Mac Low.
"My friend is a fish.
He sees me when I swim.
Let's go outside.
The clouds are friends, too.
They may be something else."
"I see the moon.
The moon sees me.
It matches the description."
"Tote that bag.
Take out the rock.
Rocks are my friends.
The skin off my family.
This town is underwater, but the water is my friend."
"Merry and bright, I made a classified living.
Either I have no projects or everything is.
I must have forgotten to initial that moon."
"Said a bell jar in the corner, eat some corn.
Corn is not my friend.
Glass is not either.
That alligator is my friend, but this alligator isn't.
Silence is impossible to learn."
"Someone with an inkling, a wall of books.
A plunger in solution, ball deed.
Rotten stones here, rampant lover.
Cynic by the hair, interesting."
"Pneumo cleaners, a shrug it only takes.
Substance [? todo, ?] saggy, can no longer see.
Falling, sore asleep appearing."
"Bolthole available, rank suspicion.
Captain Ethereal Bold, catch as catch can.
The Toronto blue adder, a snake, spoke of no idea the thinner.
"To employ a sock, grandiose visit [INAUDIBLE]..
A date.
The time will come and the appetite."
"The president has never encouraged anyone.
The president confused a snarl with a smile.
The president preferred anonymous thought."
"The president was let down, but not out.
The president did twist and shout.
The president's favorite name was Woody."
"The president's background was fuzzy.
The president's main trouble was fun.
The president picked pieces off a pile.
The president admitted to nothing missing.
The president had never heard of fission."
"The president pressed a key marked Donald Donut.
The president once dated Janet Planet.
The president thought that anyone who worked
would get it."
Political poem for the evening.
[LAUGHTER]
"Smoking is a matter of control.
The bookshelves need painting.
Whatever you find yourself in front, may
I look through your instrument?"
"This site where many tiny moons line up.
Hysterical abbreviations of mathematical knowledge.
Have you ever made off with anybody?"
"Grill of an old Plymouth filed with clay.
The device tends to come without an instructor.
Never let anyone touch your eyes, the pain.
Am not and never have been.
Hello?"
"The ability to sit down on opposite sides.
Bridey Murphy, clad in ropes, blows out the candles.
The bangers and mash are over salted today.
If that child smiles, we're all doomed."
"Well, we'll always have the smell of garlic."
[LAUGHTER]
"Guttural string quartet, right down
with a little green grace--
with a little grease bands.
Know who that was?
One thing is for sure.
I'm a married woman and so young to fill a room."
"But under the window is death and there you go.
Just lie there and you'll see something.
Such a nice way with things, like a spot of phony Motown."
"Kisses among the fuss budgets without their dust jackets.
If you're properly dead, you should take a look
at the clinic over here, not the one over there,
where there are terribly-- almost as if they were dead,
but no one has sufficient patience.
I believe there are stones here that
can turn your shower into a real experience."
"Well, Dr. Saltine, see you in the funny papers.
Hello, Jane.
She's all right.
This is Detective Cello of the Rock Police."
"They kiss, draw close to a dream house and sit down.
They say, every cloud has a silver lining
but a cloud of sodium?
There, he's out."
"Close up of the side of a shirt.
Here, put on this postage stamp.
The only thing I can stand anymore is indifference."
Ooh, who said that?
When you write something you don't know who wrote it.
"Baziotes had his reasons.
Gottlieb held a tongue depressor.
Cherry hadn't far to go.
Zogbaum hauled a chain across the mill pond.
Don't go there.
Cavallon would flip."
"Several artists stop by every day.
That one looked like a Hoffman stand-in.
Ever put your ear to a Marca-Relli?"
"Tarkhoff most never got too friendly.
Hartigan had to wait for a new steady.
Frankenthaler poured forth in a hush.
Krasner never found the right farm."
"The overall instruction, reach out and wait.
A Mozart molehill grapefruit attachment.
And so it went."
"Zombie opens umbrella, still no meat.
You can set your watch by zombie advance.
Zombies monitor their own [? welt ?] rates."
"How many more teeth do you think it will take?
The wicker of blood recruitment, zombie style.
Too close, you can't even see what they do."
"I met a zombie once, had alkaloid tendencies.
Wait till this place gets properly zombified.
Wheat to nuts, they've barely scraped the surface."
"Holy braided Murgatroyd, skip home to stay.
Don't stand in the boneyard.
Keep away from drains."
"Once they make you be one, there's nothing but death.
Live death with a difference.
You don't just click off."
"The zombies are the new functionaries, pure means.
Nothing will ever any more be disposed of.
As ever, your only chance is the head.
So here, little zombie, come."
"Ayn Rand drinks tomato juice before speaking,
a pure product of ham fisted capitalism.
Metal thought process, you dig?
She could care less.
Personal meat first."
"Eyes crystallized as she passes.
Her elevator is going somewhere else.
Call you a cab?
Then let me call you a bag."
"The telephone won't turn any faster.
Got a spare?
You can calm down by staring into space.
No stare."
"Why collect things that can never happen?
She seems to want to come out on people.
Oh, and she had to take toothpaste lessons."
"Mondrian puts a blue square on a false face.
Ernst scumbles dinner after dinner
or sucks away the tissues that hinder his work, as Picasso
pipes high in a tree.
Ernst assembles an iguana from tortoiseshell airplane parts,
or vanishes into a dust-proof shine
as Mondrian trips over the window stick
and forgets himself with his pictures."
"Cat of another stripe.
Squeezing of wallets of some pith to a froth.
Cats in a minute space.
Drawings of a Republic from plain fact."
"Plain face cats, not to run when you wish.
Broken holders of ceilings to a firm impediment.
Red rock cat, a flame of raw formality."
"Now, we are six.
We pick up stakes.
A nation pines for its natural gates."
"You can go now.
Something calls for you to.
Stop when the cats stop."
"One day, you must play a back door hand.
Do what you will.
Slide behind the bandstand."
"A poor schnook at every turn.
I've seen things, I tell you.
The driver didn't know about rain.
But there are limits and further entanglements, experiments
and virtue and taboo."
"The sort of thing you just plain know,
but I wouldn't crow about it.
That age old Buddha yoke.
Just try and find it."
"I wish childhood hadn't been so fissionable.
Clears throat.
Left around for years, the decades
can't just walk away, just can't walk away.
Then you do just walk."
"Those times enclosed in a gem-like substance.
Volcano cake, tremble being loath to stodge ages.
I read the Lovecraft stories."
"Benefit walks.
You'd never know if you hadn't been removed.
Try to find that chocolate car.
A dim loaf then the star-like image on a personnel map."
"No one ever looked in my pale face.
Planet of some interest, futures in space?
A durable rabbit spun those.
Wiring fires the factory behind the soda, belch a ham fit."
"Will you watch my insect?
I have to go.
My tie and tails.
What does a kid know?
Lots."
"I used to feel where space bulged.
This bunkered Earth had plenty simoleons.
Don't worry.
That guy's got to see us.
Sorry sir, I can't make that out."
"They say we're more than 3/4 water.
Another drop and boom.
Got stage fright?
I'm not feeling too good, myself."
"Must stop at the cost of $1.
That's all I learned from the Schick test.
It was vague, if not vacant."
"Bob Ziff would know what I mean.
A teak laudanum crock boat, mad as something
or the other thing.
Flies screech to an orange.
And get off me, you slug, and take out the placemats."
"As if it bothered you to dress at all.
The thrills of a naturalist backbone down
where you could hear them.
Monster applause, please, this being not in Dutch."
"Your eyes tilt up so they fit, even just back
from a Vaudeville pitch.
Darnella on the wind is quite well known.
Your marbles won, scored for history sparklers
and a shithouse chain."
"You got the last two stones down here in the metaphor.
You have uncovered the doctor's drawers.
You will die."
[? "It's ?] the sound of a monkey raised on calcium.
Your tracks will lead to many numbered volumes.
You will cover the horns of a snail-like creature."
"You will inherit the traits of a moving volcano.
You will author the best seller, Achtung Sodas.
You never can tell.
But maybe you will."
"You drop the hammer on the boot machine.
You sting and itch and stretch and retch and hoot.
You will never write your will, natürlich."
"You are the type that draws and draws and draws away.
You better keep some record of the day.
You will betray the shine on your shoes."
"Got the only tap in the universe, the only top.
Should take a right at the next cattle call.
Razor calm."
"The elevation was too L'd.
A penetration zombie, fully capped.
And until, bet across the thing while you have the chance.
Must have been an off duty zombie."
"What comes from-- what comes about flattens
all holes as if didn't know a whit.
The shift is a pallet on which or from
or till a [? microsill ?] and dream of stars.
The leaves at night from the back of an auto.
Some would rather be lead than copper.
Take out the vial and light it softly,
the way say Lee Konitz follows the Dragon Lady."
"Shogun doofy, Ariadne Butler, San Souci.
Lodge brother Alpha Togo [? Mangler ?] Wintergreen.
Melchior, [? Donmiendo, ?] Houston, Plissken, arbitrator.
Blunder puss, marble gate, biomorph [? astrogate ?]
or Sneed."
"Patent person, arcane holdover, Parcell, Poulenc.
Stone breaker, Lola Tedeschi, Brubaker jewels.
Skillman, Brad Stroke, Gulliver Edmund Brand.
Abelard Montag, stemware Courbet,
thumb settler, humidor, Cusack, topspin, Eudora tennant."
"Ghostly apt man copper be Lansdowne, Truro.
Booker Goodspeed, beach stout, Lafcadio.
Moselle Peridot, Chester Bunker [INAUDIBLE],
spender Esther [INAUDIBLE] flows west tip mat.
Fresca cobbler Camero Diggler, Banjo Joe."
"Enter is accompanied by salt. Imagine somebody
will manage to pick up a rattle's lock.
Matter of some substance goes along with anything."
"A layer of gauze over the entire clock.
Tower of fear of orgies and planes of the spoon.
Three cheers for orderly Jones, master of straps and belts
being homeward Bound now.
Is what possible?"
"I presume that star is still pumping.
Stupidly, I trusted the wrong window.
They have summers there, contrary to popular belief."
"The bubbles will tickle your Tchaikovsky.
But that's none of our business.
Effortless, if it is, a numbness creeping up.
Guess who's in the shower?
Donald Dark."
"That theme, ancient railway in the sun,
decidedly Western slant.
Now, it's Bart.
Wait, I'll turn out the light."
"Rumble of Mickey Mouth yelling at each other.
No more wallpaper.
It's smothered in tape.
Flame after flame of a watering compound.
So about face, Mr. Man.
I could write a preface."
"No hiking.
No familiar fellowship.
No threat of roses.
No open-toed networks."
"No amylnitrites.
No oval mixtures.
No details to the point.
No [? jellied ?] rock."
"No threat opportunities.
No elapses.
No thing.
No water cooler suppositions."
"No shit.
No doc.
No offertory.
No urge to shower.
No boots to boost."
"No special arrangements.
No yup or nope.
No demands on the time of mixed species.
No samples on the beach."
"No adversity.
No watchers, but touches.
No shoulders.
No prompter of Picasso.
No lab for Arp."
"No sense of humor.
No traits.
No past.
No safe colors.
No upright noise."
"No first word.
No toys.
No burbling.
No Lockheed boiler stunt.
No trudge."
"No foul water or clear bird.
No Bisbee.
No crates containing anything.
No space between.
No way to make something of this."
"A beach so wide you wouldn't want to walk on it.
Oh, you'd know how to think about it.
Ja, the captain was guano bwana, saying beyond this place
they'd be dragons at the lip."
"And the soup again, there'll be a trial.
Half fathom.
God's little packing crate, descending underwear form.
Halfway to the suspender bureau, there'll be a Hoover.
Is that a Klimt you're ignoring?
"Besides, the beach is wide enough and all this
barely tractable shingle.
There's a piston missing.
The battle between the strokes, shove over
with which to bridge your quips, but only the single.
What's due to come back, T Rex, Woody Herman?
Nothing, so."
"Your nickel ride on the eternal return.
A rented speck of rust faster than a single bound.
Turns out it was a speeding locomotive.
So say something.
There is no ending."
"Things accrete to a growing ball.
Things accrete to a growing ball term compendium.
Is your definition of truth something boring or annoying?"
"Make your way around the markets with orange shades.
The days are taken up and we're done each by further.
You will not last as long as your boots."
"Schematics is leaden, as stereotypes fail to engage.
The so-called animals will go first.
Are we done here?"
"Throws a huge party for the end of literacy.
No guarantee you'll be compensated.
The celebration described as a boil."
"You won't see anyone in a minute.
The microphone bongs.
Thing ends, but nothing does.
I wouldn't gloat."
"Still insisting, I will get around to things.
A lessening of the special effects,
nosebleeds for example.
Not exactly the stroke of midnight.
No one to admit the least doubt anymore.
Everyone's still here."
Thank you.
[APPLAUSE]
Thank you.
Thanks.