Hopping

Okay, my darling readers... it will be one month intermission here at my poetry blog 'cause I'm heading to Odessa, Moldova, Istanbul, Syria, Belgrad etc. - if I get back alive, there will be served more of these experimental cases, wry tinges, pomes & pottery and htmletisms... so see you at the year 2525, if man is still alive - blah, I mean next year again.

Massive Special Generics (cut-up spam poem)

gigantic reduction
honest qualities
top-notch whopping
mixed bax medicine
including a secret
laborious to find
imperious drugs
doc deserved that
additional spring
kissing under boot
sun flies cruelly
library is desire
political shaving
fifty year error
rose's suspension
learn to love this
talk like yawning
after night out

Bom bard

While they were admiring the complex
construction of the bomb

it exploded in their hands.

Make boner (cut-up spam poem)

whenever you come to get it
you are an option and short dollar
trade peace to lassie in the bedroom
negotiations stabilized fear
there will be drunken miller
but no man is an hedge
simple increased arithmetic:
no funds for America
medicine and slash only
salt away Canada or
ignore the whole mission
draw near to my great gate
throw open reader like a record
forsake all the women
"Who'll go to church with me
lead tremble sworn elated a week from to-day?"
close sheeps
wide eyes
open
judge

Immense Specials Expansive Assortment (cut-up spam poem)

sane domestic relations
people are calculated
no better town than thumb
public thriftlessness
loudly nothing that we potato
remedy but ill luck
jolly hours burst
walk forbid in this course
"No," shouted the captain
spade shall open repeat
mouth in this vessel
ski business
subtle and pugilistic mighty opium
scary hearts of poor
wounds that quarrel
a long voyage music
no bright prospects
blasted preach miscreants
insect can have no regard
"Then you are not jealous?"
mist bulb looked up at him
eyes lept far as little lovely
rubbery flirt among broadcast
the great herd of travellers
obey confused stupidity
sullen and lighted pig-headed gal
chew enough defiance
kick blunt weep
shrill at this pressing hospitality
priests at the fruit slip missions
eight slow days
sweeping insect noon
flame pets him hungrily
blind fellow scorns
the pain is ink
"Don't call on Jesus Christ"
calm fence melts
knife change argument
harass book at egg
this moment like hummin' cat-head
fill tooth sang after the ship arrived
two holes on a curtain
jelly wind light all day
back bone -design
springing anticipation puzzled
strange ship kept exuberant night
chancery of dreams
the triumphs of suffering innocence
false witnesses sound like sponge
navigator knows

Are not chimera (cut-up spam poem - list of things not to do)

long positions
rate the future
sausage is not
alone with me
betting against
strong women
medical kidney
adore a big one
trust it quickly
like Casanova
real spokesman
material things
to live on well
dollar diameter
daydream hiss
street citizens
a park manager
mind enlarging
frustrated lover
hanker anxiety
gigantic people
willy's mandate
plaza hotel sun
all philosophical
no reason at all

offer will make your dreams come true (cut-up spam poem - phenomenons)

two sailors were killed by dinosaurs

burrowing submarines in Iran

illegal payload with average offer

evidence of orbit on natural causes

drought of extremes such as pills

bought survival in temperature

analysis of disappearances of Austria

special church ceremonies to mark me.

no more squirt whoops love (spam poem edited onto commandments)

eavesdrop on your phone conversations
intercept your trip to Afghanistan
report that honeybees are disappearing
get lost on journey back home
have an ordinary penis and average women
allow the government to hold people in jail
cooperate with democracy in places like your home
talk about North Korea and Iran
make your ramrod really great
wed the queen bee
be so wondered...

learn to relax this time (cut-up spam poem)

who started this talk - another bitch?

"He always lied to me and sent me
off to market, to a whip ball or concert,
monkey or something, on one pretext
or another, when I drunk hope…”

extreme pitiless, recent mustard victim,
grass-cutter sobbed convulsively hiding
her face, both hands like different screws,
misused in swimming - no way

to start this talk, not at all.

Reflections of an eye am #3

languor guerilla
of illuminative
life and strife w/
words & rhymes
mimes & jabber
about chimes…