Puta Putain & the Buick Le Sabre

Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre

 

 

in a well maintained two car garage

your ladder missing

just a couple rungs

 

in a well maintained two car garage

my balls up somewhere

behind my lungs

 

she frowns upside down

after 6 colored kickballs

 

her upside down frown

on my a la carte hang down

after 6 colored kickballs

 

nothin but back fill, back hoe

fill in filler

nothin but back fill, back hoe

fill in filler

after six killer

patiently waiting

for my fill in filler

 

 

 

waisting time with pretty little Puta

hoping to feel

her esophageal

Puta Putain

oh so real

Puta Putain

hoping to feel

Puta Putain

her esophageal

 

in a well maintained two car garage

Putain drops her jaw

and swallows my Le Sabre

my Buick Le Sabre

my Big beige Buick Le Sabre

Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre

Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre

Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre

Puta Putain and the Buick Le Sabre


Lime Infused Poetry Rag

LIME INFUSED POETRY RAG

 

no concrete success at choir practice

partner particle firecrackers

unaccountable chiropractors

dark matter paracuse

mad hatter syracuse

rash indecision

slips of the tongue

wild precision

attila the hun

wringing out the extra sauce

onto my pickled bun

multiverse publicist

universal cuttlefish

boxing ring tarot cards

super string pteropods

wiping up the pteropods

with my lime infused poetry rag

tetracyclene christmas eve

lime infused poetry rag

from my standard model grocery bag

and your lime infused poetry rag

epi cycle wash my feet

with your lime infused poetry rag

wiping up my buddies brains

with my lime infused poetry ra

preventing blood stain

with a lime infused poetry rag


Back Flip Crab Dip

backflip crabdip

 

 

 

back hoe

fill in filler

 

after 8 colored kickballs

nothing but backfill

 

 

after 8 colored kickballs

nothing but backfill, back hoe,

and fill in filler

patiently waiting

for my fill in filler

 

after six stolen uhauls

filled with nothin but backfill, backhoe,

and fill in filler...

 

i had finally

had my fill of backflip crabdip

 

 

six missing uhauls

filled with backflip crabdip

 


Hummingbird Rooster Cave

Hummingbird Rooster Cave

 

can’t find it if you wander

 

up and out,

 

is the only path to the hummingbird rooster cave

 

continuous super plus and ultra rapid movement

 

a matter of will

 

just to stay

 

more or less still

 

flappin them tiny chicken wings with no genetic memory

 

and no chance of lift off

 

showered with showers

 

as sweets becomes sours

 

as they flap up and out of the humming cave rooster bird

 

each seperate piece

 

no more than a third

 

and a little late delivering

 

a pre post ming dynasty vase with proper papers pending

 

lose the race

 

while keeping pace

 

they wave at you flapping up and out

 

of the hummingbird rooster cave

 

 

the finast cheese flavored bending

 

schmoozers cut from high school athletic boosters

 

who might hum a tune or paint your face

 

forget disgrace

 

go ahead quick

 

take the vase

 

while keeping pace

 

as they wave at you flapping up and out

 

of the hummingbird rooster cave

 


Bring Me a Pen

bring me a pen

 

 

 

somebody bring me a pen

 

i’ve got an idea

 

 

somebody bring me some paper

 

I’ve got a pen

 

 

somebody call my producer

 

it’s time to go for it again

 

 

somebody answer that phone

 

no, i’m never here

 

tell em not to take that tone

 

no I’m never here,

 

or there

 

not that you would care

 

cuz I’m not the kind of guy

 

you could love

 

not the kind of guy because

 

I’m an artist

 

and I don’t give a shit

 


Basement Hideaway

Steven Sondheims basement hideaway

 

 

 

Clouds rise!

Rainy, rough sails swiftly command a warm, old shore.

Courage is a misty sail.

 

Tunas sail!

Big, dead moons quietly command a rainy, old girl.

The pirate dies like a lively girl.

Never desire a reef.

 

Faith, faith, and desolation.

Lads grow like old seashells.

Sailors travel like rough pirates.

God, endurance!

 

Fast, faceless flours pufflyhustle a cold, misty scumbag.

Never love a dildo.

 

Rise calmly like a old wave.

The rainy captain calmly views the shark.

Endurance is a stormy wave.

 

Love, death, and love.

Where is the warm shore?

Why does the girl die?

 

Condoms suck!

The scumbag gabs like a small preteen.

The old booze pufflyloves the preteen.

Wee, desolation!

All boozes buy noisy, slimy boozes.

The dusty furniture quietly loves the scumbag.

Faith, exhaustion, and work.

The dusty doorway poofly sells the doorway.

Exhaustion, desolation, and anger.

Preteens fuck!

 

I can't believe

that you don't love me

now I must walk away

and leave you here to die

you fool

 

All boozes get rainy, slimy preteens.

Flours work!

Shrink goofily like a slimy doorway.

 

Why does the flour fuck?

Cold, grimy dildos roughly hustle a dark, rainy preteen.

Never hustle a booze.

Work loudly like a old furniture.

 


Trolling for Trouble

we trolling for trouble...to no avail.

half hearted effort like no wind or no sail

sandcastle hassle without shovel or pail

a nugget of smoke no hammer no nail

no frilly perfume paper in yesterdays mail

collard greens pale to that dark green kale

forget to hit skip flip chip and dale

ho no ladyboytoy busdriver snail

rock solid crumple simple little tommy shale

automated sign in and a hay eating horse bale

masterporn abatement system more readier to fail

without rain or snow, or sleet and hail

no escargot fussbudget bernaisse on a snail

whip out the works on the uncanine rail trail

lest u mess up and out of that new craven yale

with warp wefting waft we wack jerry vale

so discourse discusses the moon moaning whale

fuck kernal potter get me sargent zale

 


405

405

 

I got an attitude

for your god damn platitude

 

I feel so alive

whenI drive

on the 405

 

read my face

if you want space

 

I'm gonna ride you

gonna try you

 

I feel so alive

whenI drive

on the 405

 

how far will you go

before i blow

 

I feel so alive

whenI drive

on the 405


Riggle Let O

Riggle let O'Halrahan grow calmly like a big street

 

action and work

grow calmly like a big street.

 

cars work like old guys.

never hustle on a train.

god, gob, bod sock, soggy bog

griffin dunne type anger

dark rainy sidewalks of new york

calmly desire a fast fist

let gilda verdi rainy truck sidestep splash

lets say rainy again

rainy.

action and work.

grow calmly like a big street

 

faceless hunchback quietly desires

a grimy hot italian sports car

hail a cab driven by sean the mick

quick

never buy a job

corners gab and blab like misty eyed owners

never get flowers

for a chick you've known less than 72 hours

never fight for a job

 

where is the dark girl

the jackhammer eats and creams a hot pearl

as you slowly grow your turf

in a non violent fashion

 

 

action, and work.

Grow calmly like a big street.

 

Why does the worker walk?

Why does the sidewalk work?

Walk roughly like a dead corner.

Grow calmly like a big street.

 

 

CHARLIE'S MUSINGS

 

 

So, this is right now, Fred, forget about it, man. Leaving YouTube ?
She’s just a little Scrabble piece, see, in a quart size, party platter, mad hatter show.
First and foremost, before anybody says Bangor Maine, there were no police called so write it down, 6 inches apart.

 

Remember…
First Coast, First Class,
ghost bus in Milan,
spilled truffles, all about the bass.
No truffles, no troubles, all about the taste.
Happy New Year.

 

Anybody at the Jubilee, Jubilee?
Make them sneeze, make them sneeze.
Bees and birds, birds and bees.
Livin’ in a house of trees.
How long since the last 4th of July? For the first time in the history of the world the mission is represented as a declared self evident truth that all men are created equal and now with this last delay we passed a gigantic rebellion, only to surrender the most powerful position to a turntable in France - this is a glorious team and the occasion is worthy of a speech which I am not prepared to make.

 

I don’t know why the birds don’t have the answers to your questions. Maybe if your head was a scone and you lived in our backyard, they would be your friends. Maybe.