The Twelfth Toe

17 Pride of the Clothes Hamper

2010-03-08T22:15:00.015-06:00

Lightning shone girth of Half-a-Nothing
minus anniversary nightie, pride of
the clothes hamper; awaits flaunting.

Another day in the fiberglass mines.

'The Runt' purported to have played
caddie yesterday, for the new
Jellyfish Parliament. Back from the dead

and conscripted
by the sheepish locals,

via Miss Darling Thorne.

This is what she said,
in list form...That is,
in list form, she said it:

"-Ever talcumed rump, always apart.
-Unlimited compliments in crimson.
-Stylish custody in chains.
-Anomalous smells."

A quick mount in the
oven and bacon store

not undesirable.

Backfire from the Mohair Module
melting their wax bicycles.

Neckties draped across
medical models gurgling trigonometry.

Emerald, pygmy skeletons
in the best ever stilt movie.

Skin graft bat,
pride of the clothes hamper.

16 "Emergency from Trauma Canal"

2010-02-20T21:38:00.018-06:00

Half-a-Nothing, minus cardigan,
in the lightning shone girth
of the tortuous coal mine.

'The Runt' purported to have been
gassed yesterday.

Cue the smarmy locals
and their pointless promenade.

Parliamentary List of Accomplishments:

-ever Named, apart
-always talcum powdered
-unlimited salary reminders
-anomalous smells
-Rump Lotion Decree

Due to these
uncontrollably uncouth
chainstore celebrities,

Half-a-Nothing
and the Pygmy chairman
quick-mount
the Mohair Module,

risking the fallout
of its atomic backfire.

Bedlam in the picket line.

Waves of Jellyfish Commandos
on their wax bicycles

unfortunate reminders
of the formerly harassed.

Bacon neckties draped across
the back of the Mandarin Mammoth.

Canine medical models
stare. And then wink.

____________________________________

Whittle away the halves
of the greyhound hairbrush.

Feet skip rope
in surrounding buildings.

Behold the edible
skin-graft bat!

Fitful respiration
from the crocheted jukebox

coughing up one last
big green news flash...

EMERGENCY FROM TRAUMA CANAL

15 The Chairlift Masquerade

2010-01-17T18:25:00.013-06:00

Unlimited, tortuous, anniversary,
threshing machine

minus undesirable guitar.

The pleading cardiac cardigan
tucked in the half-a-pearl hamper.

Parliamentary rump lotion--
(purported to have gassed 'the Runt')
--certified yesterday,

risking our neckties.

[Cue the serious promenade.]...

_________________________________

List of Oven Accomplishments:

-bacon
-backfire
-canine nap nook

_________________________________

Due to uncontrollably uncouth
chainstore celebrity 'stardom',

the Pygmy chairman

waves the emergency flag
for the jellyfish commandos

to mount up

--onto their wax bicycles
with handlebar cameo

winks and stares.

Anomalous respiration
shone in a medical model

draped across the back
of the Mandarin Mammoth.

Fluttering necktie corneas

unfortunate reminders
of former harassments.

________________________________

Whittle away the halves
of the greyhound hairbrush.

Saxophone-anorak coughs

up one big green itch

for yet more, edible roulette.

While a rescued guitar
from Trauma Canal

plunk-serenades

the chairlift masquerade.

14 Undesirable Guitar

2009-11-05T23:58:00.018-06:00

anniversary nightie and anorak. undesirable guitar.
pride pearl of a caddie in the clothes hamper...
a hornet in the butter. fiberglass fridge awaits flaunting.

parliamentary plea for Darling Thorn Lotion,
purported to launch rump gas.
certified yesterday.

scold jellyfish commando; undesirable guitar
in conscription promenade.

this is what he said, seriously: "a typhoid sample,
to compliment accomplishments in crimson."
undesirable the guitar, in customer custody.
stylish oven backfire
in the canine bacon chain store.

vindicated, mount
un/desirable guitar.
___________________________________________

scoff, saxophone foliage!
revulsion and skeleton roulette.

pygmy (madly) blank---uncontrollable stardom.

big wax emerald itch.

Cameo Corner:
the best ever stilt movie transforms trigonometry
to a gurgle.

whittle away the halves of a greyhound hairbrush.
beige masquerade kindergarten
with palpable trellis.

uncouth pygmy's familiar blank stare
harasses the wan congregation.
___________________________________________

nightie and anorak scoff
at undesirable hamper.

indubitable saxophone, (in working order).
edible roulette. pygmy piddling on the pier
in piecemeal pyjamas. hornet in butter.

chain store---(plastic foliage, chairlifts, visors neither good
nor bad)---chain store's visitor's book
relaunching parliamentary plea
for Darling Thorn Lotion,

purported to 'unanimitize' rump gas.
Certified yesterday,
in fiberglass.
A sample of kindergarten seriousness
as big as beforehand.

big wax cameo winner.

still in customer custody,
undesirable guitar with stylish cornea.

13 Thaw, Compliant Cornea

2009-10-20T18:57:00.012-05:00

unlimited, tortuous threshing machine
minus an anomaly... half-a-nothing...
corneal evil.

pleading cardigan...tied to slippery runt
risking ligaments
in the lightning shone bedlam
of the coal mine.

Behold, the mode of our smarmy will.

Compliant corneal girth.
_______________________________

unlimited, tortuous, ever-named,
always talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus reminders
apart.

Respiration...
anomalous smell of
The Mohair Module.
Half-a-nothing cornea.
Evil.

The pleading cardigan
risks ties to the runt
risking lightning shone ligaments
in the Fallout.

Without our mode
of smarmy will...
picketed hostage
with that corneal compliance...
bedlam in the slippery coalmine.
_____________________________

unlimited, dogged, tortuous,
never named, always looming,
before talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus crocheted crotch,
(a 'strength-reminder'?).

Respiration addiction:
an okay smell of
Half-A-Nothing's cornea...
'jukebox evil'
to take notice of.

The pleading cardigan...
olive-green runt's necktie...
risky dish of basted bat.
Newsflash shone:
LIGHTNING MAIMS TODDLER.

bedlam...slippery...to the trauma canal...
the coal mine and surrounded buildings.
Manage the mandarin mammoth.
Cornea compliant. Skip the skin-graft.
Feet feign skipping rope.
Behold the beige medical model.

Wounded, would she oust
our smarmy lack of will???

Remind her.

Section Two : The Toffee Tweezers

2009-10-20T18:50:00.002-05:00

--- 'Midface' ---

2009-10-20T14:05:00.003-05:00

I was 'this close' to dropping this blog, since the words have gotten a bit thin
and the pseudostory seems to have reached an end of sorts.

But, I have decided to proceed on with a second section, paralleling all of the
main words of the previous chapters with next words or near next words from
a regular English dictionary. Adhering to the earlier line flow whenever possible.

Then, I hope to combine the lines of both main sections to form a third, concluding
section. Sections Two and Three should both wind up with twelve chapters each.
So when I hit Chapter 36, the 'book' and this blog will have concluded.

We'll see what happens.

12 A Chorus of Sawhorses

2009-10-11T23:08:00.017-05:00

Unlikely, to put right the prickly plans of accomplices from years ago.

To confiscate his wife's purple garters in the elevator full of hammocks
and lettuce heads.

To unite and compare horsehairs.

False trappings and remarkable litters sent crashing through
new, but immediately condemned masonry

in a slew of modified elevator cars.

The cursed moth-eaten relatives of the Tiger King
marched through the plaza
and into a giant rubber ball to tumbledown the clifftop.

A flash of sunlight on beach shells.

"Who's guard dog is this?"

A chorus of sawhorses in dreamed rooms.

Camels with shredded wings,
skin and cotton padding humps
covered with emollient-dipped dropcloths.

Fed up with the ill-mannered and spoiled,

To strike down the nightly electrocutions,

the Bobcat flying away on a garbage can lid.

White hairs, grey hairs
the way he always liked them.

Pyramid of paper horns.

The folding chair carved from a single palm tree.

Oh, to pick one's teeth underwater...

11 King Locus

2009-09-23T22:52:00.014-05:00

So unlikely! Despite the haphazard planters in the elevator...
the prickly tortoise self-annihilated.

The formerly comatose tiger playing animal rummy in the hammock full of lettuce heads...
false wrappings, falsely prolonged, thrown away with the jugs of corn juice.

Standing on folding chairs, slack-jawed relatives in tiaras and dropcloths...
purple curses, in italics, on their backs...

Moth eaten camels in liberal lighting happily reglue...
broken phonographs.

Mounds of paper horns filled with quinine for the beleaguered masses...
pyramid of masonry buzzards hammered into shards...and shredded wings...

blowing up crates of elevator shoes.

Bobcat and foot-high scissors play out improvised strategies on a garbage can lid...
with emollients and balm bottles.

The sawhorse pencils in King Locus' white and grey hairs...
the way he always liked to draw them.

10 Invalid Additions

2009-08-27T00:00:00.011-05:00

so unlike the halting tortoise to reassimilate in the prickly sidebed
despite the comatose tiger.

playing cards in the hammock of false horns.

lettuce in quinine. thrown away gauze wrappings.
prolonged use of emollients on tiara'd purple butts.

on uniform dropcloths, stand
uncounted folding chairs, each with painted cursive backs

restating the italicized will, word by word.

foot high mounds of uncooked corn.

camel sawing phonograph into rough edged pieces;

penciling in invalid additions.

9 When the Cornfield Camels Cut

2009-08-19T23:03:00.012-05:00

three minutes to annihilate the prickly bedside rabble...

the butt with horns crossing the defective parking lot...

tiaras left on heads of lettuce...quinine in thermos bottles...
dark purple 'laughables' prolong the scoffing.

comatose tiger king, 'Papa Locus', wrapped in gauze
and dipped in yogurt, in a throwaway attempt...

the night is still, to a degree.

a series of accomplices under the guise of
garter-covered party goers
saw up the clifftop commando 'barriers'.

many miles away, in afternoon sun,
cornfield camels sitting in caneback chairs
cut up puzzle pieces to old phonograph music.

candles and corncobs piled across folding chairs
in a hammock of used nooses.

an unalloyed wave of the same mockery as before.

8 A Smear of Nothing

2009-08-12T22:19:00.008-05:00

three minutes to parlay in the bedside elevator.

to decide to cross the dockyard rabble

passing out defective thermos bottles and
tacky tiaras.

still a degree of noise for quinine and lettuce.

manager's big toe wrapped in gauze
and dipped in a yogurt cup.

comatose, on the extension, in a throwaway gesture.

candles on top of sawhorses...light up the clifftop barriers.

commando squad of eleven
climbing up from the reef

to execute from behind.

Respectfully add a smear of nothing.

Mockery from the man with the corncob complexion.

7 The Defects in Cactus Rubbers

2009-08-05T23:26:00.014-05:00

anointed abnormally...something about standing by the bedside elevator.

purple knuckles wave bye-byes...remarkable method acting camels...
one nightfall in pillow hooded anonymity.

pyramid of sawhorses.

eleven comatose crows on tumbledown Plaza furniture.

'Mr'. Depression's ivory jugs, so fatally firm...yet, the sinkingly single
defects in cactus rubbers.

flouted Tiger Laws of the Empire...

buckling antelopes fashioned into folding chairs.

an unavoidable diet of vulcanized avocado paddies
on throwaway oval doilies.

mounds of fainting talk of further Annihilations.

phony suicide notes carved into squatting rocks.

6 The Annihilation of the Comatose

2009-07-29T23:08:00.015-05:00

anointed elevator shoes, something abnormal about them
standing by a bedside

some years ago, one nightfall
during the Annihilation of the Comatose

methodically enacted in anonymity

(by hooded Mr. Halternoose)

and his wife with big jugs,
in purple garters. Depressions in the pillows

where their knuckles held so fatally firm.

'Litter' of eleven unremarkable bodies
with the ill logic of just as many 'suicide notes'.

A chorus of crows furnishing the couples' teeth
with gold amalgams

reflecting the flaws in & to each of the two faces.

Liberal slap fights with vulcanized rubber
while standing on several sea green sawhorses.

Breathlessly giddy talk of (hopefully) defective prisons
and their poky little dreams.

Flouting the tiger-laws of Papa Locus...

their wholesale takeover of Empire Autos...

faint, ivory-shaded notions sinking into nothing.

Like squatting over upturned scissors.

5 The Anniversary of Years Ago

2009-07-22T23:20:00.020-05:00

Nothing abnormal. the anniversary of years ago.

when tiger not (so) comatose, his tiger wife in purple garters
rockin' with big jugs of Halternoose Juice.

the bobcat to go bye-byes
borne on a litter of remarkable italics,
eleven camels darting through new masonry.

she,wife, to furnish properly the Plaza Palace

elevator car, still standing on several sawhorses.

tiger relatives in a prison of their own defects
chew on vulcanized rubber, cactus paddies
and talk of tumbledown Empires

poky little rooms in darkness, and dreams
of enough possessions to throw a bit of trash away

a chorus of crows... sinking into a depression.

A folding chair carved in one piece from a single palm tree.
flashes of unavoidable vision.

antelope flautist with legal-then ivory buckle
fainting onto a mound of oval avocados.

4 The Sawhorse Wasn't There

2009-07-15T23:03:00.013-05:00

So, the blithe bobcat, that night, respectfully anointed

an elevator shoe

despite likely annihilation in three minutes,
(and a haphazard burial with planted evidence);

the hammock under the comatose tiger,
the hammock of prickly nooses and purple garters,
rocking both ways over a jug of Corn Juice.

The tiger relatives talk of emollients for a well-lived life,
playing slap jack in the plaza parking lot
in laughably moth-liberal lighting...

the stakes an oval-backed cane chair
'Papa Locus' was sitting in,
a mound of fried starches interlaced
into a greasy pyramid,
and a camel lamp with wings.

Sawhorse was not there tonight
being called away on a repair.
And scissors trapped under upturned and sat-upon trash can
in full dark with shredded will.

All of the tiger's family, including 'Papa'
accomplices in extortion...
more patient than the buzzards
squatting on the masonry.

The bobcat put the anointed elevator shoes on
the one tiger's ears
the way he always liked to wear them.

White hairs, grey hairs
blowing in the hammock's little breeze.

3 In the Hammock of Used Nooses

2009-07-08T23:56:00.024-05:00

nightfall. so unlike the tortoise to annihilate in three minutes under the guise of a haltered
prickly pear. leaving false evidence in the hammock made of used nooses.

playing cards in the plaza parking lot. rumors of purple garters. and rump...yes, certainly.
"Rise an ounce! If only to collide with..!!"

the tiger, her husband, in a prolonged coma.

A series of them, with accomplices, under the guise of the custom of the day.

How about in an oval-backed cane chair?

Or on a mound of uncooked starches??

A big wave from the camel in the wings.
_______________________________

Blithe bobcat respectfully anointing an elevator shoe.
(Despite mockery from the comatose tiger's relatives).

Always looking both ways and drinking all his Corn Juice.

The tiger relatives fall into talk of
complexions.
And who uses the best emollient.

All here under the guise of congratulations for a life well-lived.
And feigned remembering of his waltz of fame and happiness.

white hair, grey hair. anonymous now.

The sawhorse and scissors
reveal the modified will,

all rough edges and embroidered in italics,

(the guise of unalloyed truth)...

transferring it to the trash can.

A kind of 'palm tree' folding chair stands tucked behind
the masonry. Remembering.

2 Under The Guise Of

2009-07-01T23:44:00.012-05:00

nightfall. to annihilate anonymous. under the guise of a prickly pear cactus.
hammock to butt with horns. flattery and fibs avoidable.

in the plaza parking lot, dark purple thistle. rumors of garter laughable.
yes, certainly.

scoff, jeer, comma, under the guise of prolonged unconsciousness.

a series of this, (of the same type). to complicate, accomplices in crime
under the guise of custom style, oval-backed cane chairs.

a mound of villainy. under the guise of.
______________________________

scissors, sawhorse, folding chair. revolving in a rough sketch.

puzzle (made of) bland, uncooked (starches).

a big wave, embroidered in italics.

camel in a cornfield. still, yet eventually to move.
to transfer the trigger of a gun.

white hair, grey hair. a kind of palm tree behind the masonry.

bland, uncooked starches in a waltz of fame and happiness. Congratulations!
_____________________________

nightfall, to anonymous scissors under the hammock.

sawhorse (indoors) working rough-edged puzzle pieces. (A picture of
a butt with horns).

the folding chair (is visiting neighbors) in the laughable plaza parking lot.

dark purple, unalloyed fibs...yes...certainly. a series of the same kind (as
before).

a big wave from the camel in the wings.

under the guise of custom-styled corn.

1 That Corncob Complexion

2009-06-24T23:43:00.010-05:00

unlike the tortoise, in three minutes anoint... halter, noose, corncob.
evidence.

playing card under the tiger's rump.
"Rise, lift for shoes! Bedroom slipper to collide with..."

Behind me, mockery from an ounce of small wildcat...

The girl with the corncob complexion.
__________________

unlike tortoise, ever naked, always taking three minutes to remember anyone.

Respectfully anoint, smear, modify halter, noose, corncob. Evidence.

playing cards rise out of the tiger's rump.
rise, lift, fall into our shoes.

without an ounce of mockery, the small wildcat picks up the host's bedroom slipper...
colliding with that corncob complexion.
____________________

unlike dog, tortoise never naked, always looking both ways, before taking three minutes to cross the street. Remember?

Respectably add: an ointment or smear of Halternoose corn juice, evidence of nothing.

playing 'rump cards' with the old tiger...
get a rise out of the old bastard...the new lifts for his shoes came in the mail today.

bedroom slippers to the trash can...collision with that man with the corncob complexion.
His skin feels like it's still behind me... a mockery.

He's not worth an ounce of small wildcat.

Remember??

--- Preface ---

2009-06-23T23:18:00.019-05:00

This, my second fiction blog, is intended to remain a 'series form'.

Eccentric phrases shall murmur, blurp, and stammer on, groping after grouping, until an almost-mosaic presents itself.

It is not a novel or a poem, in any but an unconventional sense, so don't waste brow time crabbily waiting for me to let you know what rhymes with 'orange', when Alice effs Jerry, or who slew Andy Magoo.

Sometimes a character or three or many, may sporadically emerge---or more often their objects.
But, the only plot might prove a sort of plot by implication, with many gaps in time and a wide array of loose connections.

In the opening 'chapter', I'll begin with a string of systematically, but randomly 'found' words, mostly just as they are, for starters, then repeat them and recombine them.
In the second chapter, (again using a dictionary & the words from chapter one), I will select another set of words and do the same.

Later, expect me to combine previous chapter pairs to form new ones---creating unexpected directions and imagery, gradually stranger and longer phrases, (but almost never, in my case, complete sentences).
Continuing on like that until the entire 'book' is finished.

Why don't you try one yourself?