(old.)
(!)
James Bond and
Robinson Crusoe fence
with Horus, the Wise-blooded
mud-blooded
African King. Birdman calls his
neighbor,
Stephen King, who writes seven books
and the climax is a grand master jazz
duel
between Birdman Horus and Crusoe Bond.
(@)
The duel will
commence when
the elephant puts down the joint
and hits the books, and
Sinatra will pull out his
[puck] while singing Crusoe’s
favorite
song. Islands of stop-watches
later, salt water seeps into Horus’
belt-loop hoodoo voodoo redo,
linseed oil combined with piggies,
piggie bones and piggie tails,
and just a pinch of piggie nose.
(#)
Remember, two
spaces back is
actually one finger away from a canary;
and each time the cards give way to
armies,
let it be known that luck will always
pull it back.
($)
Boron and Jamba
Juice,
chloride and popping the clutch,
elbows and pumice stones,
oh tell me why the bears aren’t
singing in their cages, or how the
green-
bottomed Hesse could ever be
born again.
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