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Errands for an Altered Poplar Lineage
The StarFlower: Rainbows found you Plucked Errands for an altered poplar lineage Zebba Whitsen: I've heard tell That you were Plucked From the farthest ends Of a poplar on a rainbow's path By the universe itself See-through Room Zebba Whitsen: I have seen Men with keys On their heads Knocking against The dirt floors Of log cabins Made of tiny bones Seemingly nonexistent Don't grab your watch And check the time For the hourly chime That sounds in a tune of catechisms Lollygag Brutus: Cats scatter around The grocery parking lot They scatter and scatter Their fur is much tattered They are so flattered When the traffic does stop Upside-down teeth Will you dig under the ground, teeth? The StarFlower: The keyhole Where the see-through room Becomes a universe of its own Subconscious Thoughts Zebba Whitsen: I don't really Need to know How much it Cost to afford Your brain transplant After all, you're Not exactly looking For Mr. Exclusive How would you like it If I gave you Balcony seats To a street-side opera And we met Like two strangers In a room full of people Suddenly, Your mind is dancing Around in disbelief As the ground gives way To an ensemble of the Milky Way And you're at a loss for words to say A Wayward Orbit Zebba Whitsen: I saw a man on the boulevard Playing a flute by the fruit vendors He lit a carrot stick And watched a rabbit perform a hat trick The nights come and they go Journey for how much you know Parsven Undertoad: Will you shake a stick, And expect it to heal all who are sick? Will you stand on one toe, And channel all of your energy flow? Sally Astronomicle: I don't want to bring us to this Let's go up from here And breathe where the air is crisp Vestaisiax: I know Of dogs Some who growl Some who sound Lonely when They howl Dry throats Of the fated Soap opera singers They are looking for new ways To transport their voices Through the universe 9292 Professor Obrioutte: What can you Really do with The periodical table Of the elements? Can you stand On top of it? Better yet, can You stand on Science books piled On top of It? Will the Ninety-two naturally Occurring elements Be useful In the year 9292 As much As they Are now? Wonder of the Air-Cars Zebba Whitsen: I hear whistles from metal Spaceship teakettles Painted in intricate Vestaisian sideway patterns I caught a Saturnian trout With a rhinoceros snout And a wickless lantern It's a careening ride Of particle accelerators Wonder of the air-cars Lumberjack Tribe Zebba Whitsen: Sunlight pours through The elusive curtains I am found In the drained river of Mars Developing as an embryo A goose egg of mercy Parsven Undertoad: For I've got Centuries of eye-sores in my mind Jarring, emptying out my fears 'Neath the ironic moon O, why, for so long, To have undermined This existence of mine Zebba Whitsen: Guess you, too, Could live there In that place It's a house Of many doorsteps And a welcome mat That says, "Welcome Back, Ya Slick Rat!" I don't want to discourage you From turning yourself into the authorities You really do belong behind bars It would probably be for the best If you were locked up The StarFlower: I want you to think not Of courageous limo rides Or taxi fares In the morning rush to get To some important business meeting Think not of the "now” you have created With your sugar substitutes And fat free meals But with a mind that thinks of the "now” That you have truly come to embody Vestaisiax: You don't know who you really should be Well, listen here it's okay We've all felt that way Firemen do not spit fire They help to put fires out Many men can be consumed By the burning flames of their doubts Caught in a lumberjack tribe Thumbs on laser-guns shot out of the hazy sky Zebba Whitsen: Sunlight pours into A stuffy room Of ethereal essence Below the surface of cement There is a cellar leading to a hidden room Far away from their advanced society The Offering of Insects Lollygag Brutus: Eat what is On your plate Seconds together are a minute too late Crickets, praying mantis, water bugs, ants (If you eat nine fire ants instead of just ten, You will grow eight fire ant totem poles on your chin) The StarFlower: In the night time world's Cherubim girl” Vestasiax: Do not deny that your mind resides In the house of sin You can't decide How to play hopscotch w/the Concept of Zen Art is defined as Folly, want a Quaker? What if one was to fall asleep For one hundred years and awaken to a state of epiphany? Eat at Big Pete's Lollygag Brutus: There is a man Sitting on his hands He likes to eat with his feet At the interstellar buffet called Big Pete's It just so happens he drinks from a radioactive can |
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