the spirit of an elephant has been successfully exorcised from my sex doll
only the priest may behold my roommate’s ghost, in peacock feather drag
‘is friendship a dirty word?’
friendship is the cloud inside the wine glass after an epic struggle to retain its great green nauseous shape
now that you mention it, it does seem indeed almost mind-bogglingly great – that the human spirit can only be seen in the flakes of plastic dandruff on the doll’s shoulders, sort of like the reverse of vampires before mirrors?
for years you’d neglected to replace the air filters of the pump, and now you wonder why it wouldn’t pump?
with one giant heave she raised her knees high
the sponge of God is too tired to OD on the skin’s old polymers
everything is Japanese except its unmentionables – the noblese in the way German iron mesh speaks!
I turn my camera on its head to videotape the blood of my leafy neighborhood
the Korean basketball coach, surrounded by a bunch of kids out in the park, is truly psyched about tomorrow afternoon’s alien abduction (5:35 pm sharp, guys!)
I am needy
and it is, I am perfectly aware, an ability (magic lantern breathing magic lantern substance)
the talent to adapt to the diseases originating from the earth’s shrug
‘this goddamn tapestry?’
‘this goddamn tapestry ain’t human, baby’
(coming from inside my own house)
‘it was made by that sick, lecherous, boil-ridden host, or more particularly – all the members of the pageant, captured here, in threaded pastels – there you can see me, right there I am – are in themselves fantasies, sprung from William Shatner’s boils!
‘Like Job, but less god-fearing, and semantically more concerned with Miss Virginia’s acceptance speech’
harem riot (priest’s voice): how inventive your plumage
tentacles of nameless cocktail (again his voice – I’ll remember to thank him later for the great job on the doll): dare not forget the way out of this fucking glass!
