7 The Defects in Cactus Rubbers

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

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.