Outhouse (1989)

  

call me the butthole sailor.

meatloaf television hyperbole

swanprick flutter of illumination& a five

percent inflammation of the eyelids

veined drapery of flesh

encasing an exploding blue seashell shooting out

electric spaghetti entree antennae

tracers off the sparks of a kross

burning black smoke across the front yawn

of an aeolian

abortion clinic.

there

is no technique. i am the american hero,

king grain missile silo incorporated. 

we're ads fer abetterworld.

smoke some ice

in the urinal mind of a retired pig 

guarding the condom factory

at night filling them with helium's surreal advice,

hoping they clear the great wall of new york shitty.

i phone sex in silver city

postmark hallmark salutations

with sandpaper underwear's indigestible pride.

i am the american poet. 

pass me sum a dat dumbass

over there                    vern.

nutritious and delicious,

sky high with celery fiber verbiage roughage

freckles of embarrassed experience.

call it purple. chef of

apocalyptic cryptic mystical shit,

a duke of the stratosphear

pantheistic potential redeemer

loitering over the steaming idea of nothing

stirring vaguely as tho it were noun.

cayenne rapid bitchdog in heat radiation

glorybee spellings

speaking onto the gymnastium of fingers

into hammocks of heart& mind.

banners stream from the thoughts

as i take a bath or a bong-----mtn bike majesty 

titanium penis accessory& the 

skin peeled off miz armenia's skull 

to reveal a bustling garage sale

of talents to go vangoghs and pi-ca-so-what

guitar locks remain

on passion's ear, a citizen kane

matador of palimpsest

movies on cellophane dreamwrapping

seen thru the eyes of an orphan

seen thru the hallucinated conscience

of a nazi love slave

noxious words of ash, parsley, zoom------

------to the flintstone

chewable quaalude wrongly administered

in suppository sestina form

blocking megarush satori orgasm

realization of self

of nation of emptiness of images of

oral robert's basketball camp's towelboy

slinging sweaty jockstraps

fulla holy dandruff 

shakedown of

points shavings. butthole religion.

my god says alot alot.

plywood splinters from the confessional outhouse.

reading this 

is just like the time the mayor is found stuck in

a latrine, cause he was fooling

with someone's wife.

                                number one export: trash.

     number one food source: each other.

johnson county cannibals

swimming in rhetorical cloud formations

drunk bottles of some god's elixir.

ethereal winter grass

and fresheners doing the opposite,

dayglow redneck hunters stalking

drunk with uzzis on rent

from the baptiste youth center

whose towering cowering framework

snags these very very words o lighting

ben franklin masonic french gnostic dopesmoker 

inscriber of our

aeolian skull, factual driftwood of texas, surfer of the

assholes of this unicycle verse

in thru the outdoor

over stupidwaiters

leaping leftovers and emotional

plastic of reality

hyperfart deluxe rolling cart

wheels a deal down the aisles

pulling fourteen year old wives

fulla cans and cannots

&carrots of indiscretion

aerosol douche

peptodismal curlers rotten teeth regurgitate

ciggie smoke filling dryer dome

catscanning the noggin

searching the inner pouch of reproductive

organs of a topaz as it spazzes 

into the railing on the teeth of an

advertising broad spread eagle 

over the free american

whey the way of high heels

clipboards and yawn furniture.

sit and rest on america today

as buddha gives barbi a blowjob

and gbush serves pork rinds

to the holocaust ghosts.

the toilet overflows

the children are trimmed and square 

                 proper.                                    

fellas in compton are getting mad. 

i didn't make the news.

i just read what's up

on the wall.

1989 Lawrence, Ks

for the Butthole Surfers Y Tejas