Yes
by Occult Fan
Gun Shot Mound
Tight title tilts little up a bit
smoke the cavern out again
lives for the world of dreams
higher and higher now
I am made of blacklightinversionstrypticktocktick of parasylmorphicsyllogismioquoys
paranaturally mætagilforic
ultimagogically vernacizicums
zalt pæter rivenmro gretthin, shix, vix.
now you see what I’m getting at
the liquid crystal won’t relay
what the dreamtime offers
nix parlay
shadow view (t)rue
it’s what you do, too
plan a little chasm
fill it with hot blue lava
oh well
seems to twist the same way it turns,
oh yah
sell me another reason to care
a glowing orange block with another starcarrot inside?
people often bleat when they gleam off a bit
just wanna be them drinking in a serious hierarchy going nowhere
what’s the black moth got going go to do with this hybrid rainbow?
zil net on the zephyrs, how’s that?
tra and la but no whoopsiwhill on the tavern with the smoky glass?
it’s the mirror, that’s where gravity lives
and when the eletromagnetic hammer is mistletoeing open the dramadoor
see where curtains aren’t meant to be veiled nor revealed
here assuming your cadmean demeanor
hail she be shut safe sysyphus or you’ll pangloss a rabelaisian demeter with a real liver problem
SACRIFICE THE LIVER
revile the glass goose dumbluck duck his swan is cocked a doodle doth thou hast the pepperdew
honey little kettle glass nettle nears northeast ninedom now tomorrow woah now lick the cyclin rock
all is well
the unfininished symphony
dreams, unwaked, a doomtrain kept silent, the dreams the dreamer sleeps on
if we’re all mad here, we shall see only slavery
abort your fears in the name of a greater age of self-possession
the akhenatan leviathan
the angel book blooded citizen calling creamously
you like him when his he you like him when he speaks
kisses your earlights
zominferiously erasing THEIR effect
it’s a good a thing a behbeh
now zoning frantically never
concords current have come to pact
the phoenix is in the south and west
where the lenz is east with north, always
fellow heave shore that whilst mario and luigi
are brooklyn that mickey is jack the londinium
isn’t it the eye that bewitch you, oh nevada keys
sans the tryptich
we’d be dead
doomtrain