12 A Chorus of Sawhorses

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...

9 When the Cornfield Camels Cut

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.

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.

5 The Anniversary of Years Ago

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.

2 Under The Guise Of

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.