I choose paper ******, I am going cellulose.  
Even Cinderella knows the tone of Bellow's
Prose is bellicose.  Let's smoke some bath salts
Then eat that fella's nose.  What up!

To all my jellicles.  Looky looky
I got hooky.  Put on my robe and wizard
Hat.  Speak Wookie to Sookie.  If 2 cents
Equals three bucks, Skeletor has acid reflux.

Roll over based god.  Don't be hoven
From your umgebung.  Chew Ummagumma
To bubblegum.  Get slim in your jungle
Jim.  Calling all Mongolians.

Those alligators have razor bumps.  If they
Publish this bunkum Faber & Faber
Are chumps.  Plants have lovely lady lumps,
Trucks like sanitation dumps. Angler

Fish love lamp.  El Dorado love Ponyboy.
Caught a full house on the Rio Grande complete
With domovoi.  Know how I know you're poor?
The roaches on your toilet can sing Ode to Joy.

A Living Shoreline!
red violet trumpet blossoms
and spiraling vines curl happily
alone the craggy, rocky banks of the Indian River
oyster reefs, black and white mangroves,
truly a wonderful coastal restoration effort
at Ernest Kouwen-Hoven Riverside Park

A little piece of paradise
with a spectacular view of Melbourne skyline
fills us with smiles, oohs and ahhs

David and I hold hands while ambling
out on the long wooden fisherman wharf
jutting out into the Indian River
A few folk at the end of the pier
dangle their baits into
indigo ribbon waves

Perfect day with a lithe breeze,
umbrella clouds, and damask silk blue heavens

A youthful couple in a green and gray hammock
sway playfully to the not too loud rap music

This gorgeous day ends too soon
we pack up our picnic baskets
saunter towards our car
two regal pelicans gracefully bid us adieu

The sky a low ceiling.
Below a tapestry of blues, greens and greys –
Woven in shrub, stream, stone and lichen.
Mount Brandon.

Mountain spirits, dressed in wool.
Suspicious beady eyes.
Hoven feet that read silently the land.
Mount Brandon.

Fog boils over the mountain –
A breath that makes night of day
And ghosts and spectres of those who dare.
Mount Brandon.

A strangling... instrument.
Beehive in the heave
of the hoven:
which like a haven...
I do my bidding to a language
as language does bidding
to me: voluptuous becomes:
voluMptuous:
because like Baron Harkonnen:
I said so! and prior
to that: in that nebulous nexus
of power with Napoleon
and ******: I thought that be
enough of the appropriate
measure of oughts!
I will change how words
are uttered and with what vowels
and what consonants need
be introduced, invoked...
enough and such is
the weight of my crown of eyes:
I think
I remember
I see
I imagine
I hear!
enough of that oriental pacifism
of the mind's third eye!
I see a crown of eyes
and no unison to give
(the) mind that daring darting
of the venom of callous scheming!
with the expulsion of the Hebrews
from Europe...
shouldn't we, as Europeans
be doubly unforgiving
for having Christianity forced upon
us via the prowess of subtle
cunning: the funnel continent...
this, the answer, to why England,
is currently the reminiscence
of the partition of the Polish-Lithuanian
Commonwealth?

p.s.
I tend to stress the G in gNOSTIC
nauw of now I know:
this is the Hebrew revenge
against the Euripeana... strange
spelling...
hey ** the delivery market bazaar
from the Indian subcontinent
and a bunch of Africans
that don't have the Romanian
labourer mentality on construction
sites, just lounge on skidrow
of a 24h McDonald's...

sorry, what?! reality not worth
the checking?