My eyes are burnt and bleeding and all that looks like a monkey on a silver bar "¦
big poop hatch with a cotton hatch "“ hatch holes that the light shows in and the light shows out "¦
and the little red fence "¦
and the wire and the wood "¦
and the barbs and the berries "¦
and the tires and the bottles and the caruponrims "¦
and the heat swims on its fenders and the dust collects and the rust of autumn surrenders into gold "¦
trumpet poop on the ground with peanuts its bell was blocking an ant's vision "¦
and the mice played in its air holes and valves "¦
a ladybug crawled off its mouthpiece standing out red and blacked its wings and blew off to a flower "¦
its hum heard just above the ground "¦
black dots were hung in what turned out to be an olive tree that originally held a tree house full of a building with one small window "¦
birds and broken glass and tiny bits of newspaper "¦
"My sun is free from the window," said the god the green dabbers "¦
rice wires mouse tins and milk muffins "¦
cereal and stone "¦
matches and masks and mace and clubs "¦
and splintered shaft light intrigues a cricket on a dust jeweled penlet "¦
cobwebs collect down plaster run into a hole and find collected glass that drinks the reflection of midday afternoon midway between telegraph lines "¦
a silver wing "“ a cloud "“ a rumbling of a cloud "¦
a crowd of various violins strum from next door through my wall into my ear obviously artificial "¦
eighbors laugh through sandwiches "¦
Harlem babies "“ their stomachs explode into roars "¦
their eyes shiny with starvation "¦
spreckled hula dance on my phonograph "¦
my door rattles windy "¦
sand wears my rug shoe and taps on the unheard finish of an hourglass I cannot hear "¦
a typical musician's nest of thoughts filter through dust speakers "¦
"Why don't you go home? Oh Blobby, are you great," exclaims two lips in some jumbled rock "˜' roll tune and wears a spot I cannot scratch "¦
the surface of a friend "¦
this high book a friend laid on me "¦
on the couch relaxing in the corner behind a still life pond with plenty of bugs and lily pads slurred in mud banks and boulders tin cans and raisins warped by thought "¦
strain on the spoon like a wheat check "“ check Bif "“ cotton popping out of his sleeve "¦
poop hatch open "“ big poop hatch with a cotton hatch "“ hatch holes "“ got to pick up the horns "¦
but the head won't move until it walks