18 Looking for an Opening

Come whittle away the halves
of the greyhound's hairbrush.


The Great Unlimited Lightning Machine,

minus undesirable fiberglass

nighties, stuffed in during the
masquerade,

awaits 'The Runt', purported to be
the only man capable

of turning the switch

back from the dead.

[Cue guitars].


Ahh, Miss Thorne's 'tortuous' cardigan
and stylish aromas...

a quick mount in the back of the
while-u-wait appliance store,

risking a complementary custody

in some serious chains.


Our jelly hearts fluttering,

unfortunate reminders of former
anniversaries:

the pleading and harassments,
capped off with melting 'emeralds';

the thrashing like canines,
wide girths draped across
mohair modules;

the best stilt movie ever ruined
by commandos;

and the traumatic gurgle
of bacon-induced cardiac arrest.



The Skin Graft Bat
respires anomalously,

its wax corneas
yet one more edible.


Medical bicycles as ever fall
apart in the talcum mines

due to uncontrollable rumps'
coughing backfire.


A never-to-be rescued
'pearl' oven

rears backwards in the canal.



Chairman Half-a-Nothing,
(who was certifiable)

shone ever crimson,

an uncouth 'star'

up one big green itch:

the partial skeletons
of pygmy models

spin in the company
roulette wheel.


His lost list of favorite naps

tucked under a broken ashtray.

15 The Chairlift Masquerade

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.

13 Thaw, Compliant Cornea

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.