Jumpy the Brain, image by Irene Koronas
you and jumpy the brain
the
shark is a bus of the rotten hand
here
are the new wise men
a
friend of the toast trying to sleep
why
is there no dust?
this
one is the wrench of the sleeping answer
that
rose of the pliers
the
iron of the same spark
to
show us another life
squirrel
dangle hat of lars
too
much of the box not slinking
with
that seven of the hearts
the
power of the doll to roost
or else elati
the
moon sounds
low
& now
it
cooks world-fast
dollars
& snails
&
now a vitamin sandwich
a
stack of wyoming hot cakes
it’s
a skull eating spaghetti
ogh
ogh the well
I
ain’t got a pair o’ boots
not
like you cowboys
up in them pine trees
with your hoot calls
the latest in head tech for country mice
when
I return with that spinach of the rock
if
you shoe noodle the power to see a burping word handler
that
means that the control is a dusk of the wonton soup
a ritual of the mice
surfing
rabbit was a hilton
the
sword of the cannibal frost
we
get in the middle of the pirate storm to watch denver win again
nothing
starches a randy like that old feather world
we need that miracle snout to grant us the time in
lemons
the
better hank of the same old wire
to
standardize the luncheon
that
clay clump is the wow
up
steak was a formal denver
the
craving for the wooded finger method
certain
martians on that creature roster
when
I was a smaller fish
that
raw bacon at the lunch counter
the
apples are in the sink
the
sort of parents a tree has
you, you a certain piper
the
world is a cracked ashtray
sending
me a face to work for the three hands
when
you return with the blue sun
when
you are a bumbling crow
to
the big-brained apes:
we
sink to sloat the feeling now
something
better than a clock for the reef in the sea
that
bacon is north of here
unique
western saliva
to
become a sun
the why and the eh
the
morning is the time for the world to eat
the
whispering time to cry for the forest here
when
we study the basic non of the apple in tears again
the
sound of the horse is a world of the rocks
the
bright land of three hammers
the
period of three hammers is the gout to answer the phone
to
cone up the myriad forest systems
the
last laugh of the cloud giant
after
the cannibal joust we can surf the seas
the
rabbit could clock that flower in the hay
to
prevent that paper from escaping
that
sauce is automatic
stagnant yes is the wolf of cereal creaking
your
carbon my carbon so what is a landfill
the
stomach of the bee
the
skull of the feather machine
the
underlined scone
the
serious lector otter
that
could be the nelson of the liver
hearing
that land is the night of the stomach
a
clam of the night for the james in that peach
to
be the sun and moon now for weeds
to
listen for a weekly unit of the snake now
the
hard luck watermelon to start the war
we
are nice to the snow
scandal was a cleo of the hare
mary
in the barn of course
this
is the shape of the wind
the
fred of the wind of winston
the
broken tree is the calm worm
the
bread of the manor to be toasted
the
challenge of the rose to be the shingle
a
fresh onion of the people
the
name of the rice to pie
that
controlled hand of the light
to
be the voice of the ceiling
