Campbell's running on this assembly line, defecating turds from the ceiling ducts onto conveyor belts made primly for our convenient hauling, no wait: keep running -- but off in the distance, you can hear a twang of rebellion tiptoeing onto the floor, cleverly unnoticed. mitigates the tyranny of this Mass Produced Communism. You can see the constipated ceiling ducts straining; impaired Valsalva maneuver (a mechanical one) -- then suddenly a paroxysm convinces you that there is

No Movement, with the promise of putrefying canned soup, bundling, spilling, quaking and popping like firecrackers on the Fourth of July. Cascading avengence; a sloppy, hopeful anarchy -- tastes like Chicken.

Scratch out the password
with your exhausted dime
and Rip and Tear
[shredded chicken pieces
right out of the page,]
and peruse the
stain you've left
embedded, and buried, deep
saggy crypt
[like bits and pieces of
swallowed epithelium,
within the exterior of a
healthy duodenum].
You see remnants of the alphabet
peering through the
shaggy haze of metallic dust;
too familiar to notice.
Then you pick up the glitter,
pretty paper too, and toss.

She never took
her ring off
whenever she washed her
grimy slimy thing of
two starfishes resting
under the cascading purity
of Tap. but, the ring
was still there; tethered
onto the starfish's arm;
unctuous like granite counter tops
(smeared lavishly with
Cold-Pressed
Extra Virgin Olive Oil)
was the coat the creatures bore,
glazed to perfection.

The ring wasn't so lucky, though:
stripped of its zirconia mask
(like a lady wipes off her make-up)
only to reveal the grime and lime
of Forever Ago--

proof of the Wear and Tear.

new words

tonic - creating an uplifting feeling (or, in terms of physio, something to do with the muscle)
unctuous - excessively pious/religious (or....greasy)

She let her dog
tell her where to go
and crept up and down
with him on the street:
the intersection of
Main and Nowhere,
looming dimensions-
as told as by the physicists,
earlier that afternoon,
taught her that her
destination was already
foretold five different times
in five different places.

The dog continued to crawl,
she crawled with it:
forward, left, right, backward.

new idea __

__ we are all connected by the mind, when it is half-awake