Wednesday, October 17, 2007

The Wickedest Journey Pictured or Alive

The future is Charles Bronson a
Lame duck Dredd of the future dads, Charles Bronson babushka
Chuck bright future, Chuck light
Chuck tools the installation of the future
Of missile defense shields for his above ground
And doesn’t mind glasses
If you've got a death wish, I've got a remedy in
new sneakers.
You stole my gloomy onion
It's just a cold.

The future finds faith is Charles Bronson not for sale
No offers in lead roles too masculino fenomeno
No money Chuck buys daggers and brushes
He’s cooking and screams that we’re not pitching
Eliminates tax levees and rivalry too. Rivalry I'm gonna kick
you cordon bleu. This Michael J. Fox quality check for temps
Bronson must hear the unbearable – he will return a mound
his mount fortress lacks basic abscess

Charles is left to feed without TV.
Holds up his duty to dried fruit
I'm going to poise here tills you photograph me
Hours making sense of rainy book signings
Crowd closer to his umbrella the fabric of beginner families
Echolocating. My gym access is denied, but Charles
because he plays an Arborvitae
Showed us the fire of understanding nurture and sex
Ruins everything when he lifts up weights
Without snap on dress for denurturing mother the plow,
Ticklish Santa Inmate #1 attempts mating with Chuck space is won
I'm wondering if I'm too manly for the moon
Locking eyes with the bull
Lights are put out
Ways to get a drunk home
Fear moves the great ocean
a Large Virginia Persimmon. Find your nightie in the wash marked
Recent Chemical Spraying and chuckling [how surprisingly no god spells]: Great teams are born, no uppers
Which might please Champions, but we bottom
Dormers mouth off to Claus Bronson
About restructuring the manager doll Chuck punches
And Can We Sew You Mitts
As Charles separates from the remaining fuselage
Reaching full growth in the future, a boom box of homeschooled plays
On graduation day, tasseled Charlie “En el Futuro, tu caca Frigidaire”
Yo tomo
Ella toma
Nosotros tomamos
Ellos toman My stop bargaining powder
Calling for cummerbunds
Charles waits until I undress and the doorbell rings
Firing only when you see Charles’s eyes’ golfer
Chewing, sticking it under the table
Hiding the keycard
Big Chucks’ signature

We cannot stipend poor penmanship
We cannot stipend love chancellor
Forget your carnal stipend and grant

His telepathy spreads your vote evenly
Like swans birthing canals
Reptiles have sight Charles
And guidance control, so many Bronson foretells five suns.
Feed him tea
Belly swells to Ubu Bronson midwife. Crib reveals cheery Charles’ design knack
He’s on more weapons the rest he
keeps the weaponized Arkansans
The stockpiled Kansans
Suspicious looking is suspicious just insert
Charles understand
Greenery
Introduce maniacal future needs meet subsistence
Especial for the beard in explorer must stay
Manly manly you are Aztecs worship
Your balls Voltron

More products are going hyper green.
Play on, clear jungle gym
Play on, kids know your structural limit
Play near not on your structural limit play on Charles
Bronson, shot dead my

If I can’t
Only pry his eyes off the television
No, they tell me it’s terminal.
Charles the blonde pretty bang up
Shoot Charles grabs falafel and means loofa
Means loofa and grabs hostage
Means hostage and grabs underage bar
Grabs underage bar and means acting career
Grabs underage career and means photogenic
Grabs photographer and means bar career
Grabs gag order
Charles knows shit sticks to good people
He’s good people, and this proves
That God is war sticks.

6 million people with spears
Charles please provide proof of who you are (please prove who you are)
Starting tomorrow, we cannot warrant your
Tendencies will be met with warm ensconce.
We have paid greeters to meet them, welcome
Them w/ loofahs filling this newest space, that way vulnerability
Broadens guests' mind to purchase untouchable bristles

1 comment:

Stan Apps said...

Some many products are going hyper green these days.

Nice poem.