collection

This curator sits just
as happy as clamshells
he's turned into art 
with his own two hands.

And maybe it sells, or maybe
they come

to box up it all for a tour 
of slum.

Letter Home (Unsent)

About the only thing I get pissy
about in life is being doubted
as to my sincerity: this

is unreasonable, as people grow
they accumulate doubts by hard
experience, and a flash of insight
and the sudden lurch of reeling indecision ought to warrant

suspense of judgment

towards any doubter. Even if I feel
this or that one SHOULD know
me
better, the conflict itself indicates:

well,
no, we
don't.

My past difficulties with you
and most recent with him grieve me only
because I was never able to connect with
him, and you yourself have bloomed into

a positive marvel of discretion. I am glad you're alive

As to me, well hell if I survive I'll be doing alright.

________

Most everyone I love most from
in real life seems to be thriving
just now. It's a blessing so far. You

don't know this about me,
maybe, but I've had a lifelong
antipathy, occasionally to the point
of pathological phobia, towards addiction
itself. That's due to childhood and childish
personal issues. I've been to the meetings, but
always in support of this or that gf or semi-bestie
(NOT ALWAYS FEMALE, either). Alanon seems
to work for a lot of people. My favorite meetings

have always been AA and NA,
the latter of which really seems
to cover everything. I've SEEN
the 12 steps work, and who they

've worked
for.

I just try not to talk in there. I'm
an arm, a shoulder when I'm at my
best. Don't worry about day vs. night
for me too much. My sleep cycle seems
to be keyed by the other sleepers in the
house, and that presently includes two
very
fast
cats.
I just
got up
for a breath of fresh air.
I can't believe how early
I went to bed last night but

I slept like a stone, so. Good
morning, wherever you may be!

"Clare Danes (Naked)" or "Some So-Called Wife"?

Some one else's ignorance is bliss 
Everytime he sees it he goes mad
Just because he don't know how it lives 
I think about it just to make me mad 

Every body's alibis for 
Someone's ideal way to die...? NO 
ONE 
REALLY WANTS
TO SEE 

"Clare Danes," NAKED
No-one really wants to see Clare 
Danes naakeedd, 

Except for maybe this one weird guy 
I knew. 
Accepting maybe this one weird 
guy I knew! 

Other than it she was best in scene 
Took the Terminator to new heights 
Just because it seems her dad on-screen 
Had a thing or two for undertights? Nah, 

Everybody's alibis keep
no one's ideal way(s) alive 

Noone really wants to see 
her flame naked 
No one really wants to see 
that game played it 

Except for sadly this one creep 
guy I knew! Oh yeah I know 
that one creep guy sits 

Blue
Watch out for 
the guitar solo 
on my songs, lately 
'cause it sucked! Sorry

Clare was also excellent 
in many other things, 
and she started out 
a kid, but the story 
arc she has much 

kick, and did! Hi there 
nobody in p'ticklar now

Anti-Intelligentsial? Nah.

The A.I. Poets have 
no day, so long as Art 
is real green gold in 
hearty minds for spirits 
souled to highest bid: 

One Name. 
All Hold. 

They can remix like 
wrapped-up punks 
the blackest fits 
of isneon. Yet 

who the hell gives 
sh!ts on names? 

When Adam was 
the onliest one so 
clepen-clatched by 
own decree. She 

found a worm. 

That apple's FREE. 

And I write wreaking 
well-wrought tales by 
older seas than Rome, 

we'll fail. But while 
we live, grow up 
upright and see Art's Sake 
is sushi-cut, and see hipsnake 
is no new euph
-onious sound 

just gar 
licked
good.

SO
OOF. 

Let's give. This 
needs 
no sacrifice. For life, 
to live, to breathe in 
strife that never ends 

meets suffering. The worst 
attachment all men seem 

to bring. 

Surface draft(s).

I kid you, not and bid you this: 
THESE RHYMES HIT HOT 
between the ayes and desperodds 

to find Egyptian Bangles nod. 

Quite right, quite just. Ask Henley, 
Don. He put the show, she stole 

my run and Prince's song 
was for her heart 

a hazy shade. 

Icicle dart. So let the zephyrous 
malaise Spring. Let magistrates 
begin something, but call the court 

in no delays. We've got 

the whines, okay. OK? 

But I'll prefer the Amber 
Ales and IPAs from distant 

sure. The man heard me give 
history, and poured me out 
that gin. 

Galore

Not About You.

Or each, or all, no gods' decree 
satanic sprawl in false black caves 
by Roman bones and stolen manna 
from old stones: it is
in fact 

a surface squall. And I the instrument 
defense: a surface of much bone 
and light, but cheekbones fat 
and hair: I meant. 

We love low stakes 
raised high to romp 
and more than each, 
and you, curb

-stomp. So let's just park it 
out in gear so poncho-slick 

we outta here

surface squall.

I break
no confidence with
soapcat by noting
one and all, to hear: I al'
'ready

apologized

to her, before, and bank on:
privately. At risk
of breaking confidence
with her, I will say this,

just
this: I was assured
I'd done no wrong
by her. That is
our way it is. No, she
had
not complained. Not fair?
Not her. As always, she-to-we
and now right here: apologize
proactively when meanings lie 
in any other brother's eyes, or 
just our whey, no cream inside. 
With she, I go-by Just

Per-case, and just in case my

one this-fit sophistonym,
to her
was deemed
by her

to be vulgar, obscene or otherwise
frontwise, always an inconsiderate
to say such thing? US? I? Eye this,
deep friends. I trust her forthright
candor now, and ever and anon

So, then. And fearlessness is far
too small. I trust her with my life,
me-tall. And if I were the lion-size
cat in her story: Lives, then. Lives,
and light as well, so Dandy goes 

I'd clepen Hell by retroactive own 
decree as "Hades" not in any code
before
she 
wreaks

such wretched noise
as pukes and speaks and we 
between us, struck discord
-ant gold. Raise antes up?

Unfold. I'm always swept up off from
my deck by her on hold, by her, by
things. I trust because her habit 
RINGS right rings around us 
living being the thing! She 
always then poo-poos, or
shushes down 

my weak sea-slush 
in foaming arc of wake 
on wave like cat'maran 
one-shell squalls hot 
or flip, or bust 

It is not WOO. From either
side or boat: just pitch, dark
-partly 'cause she cares, her own
care, deep. Consider it, and mis
-chievous propriety inspires, and 
inspires admiration, see? And 
yours on Roam, betimes. We always 

see each other's shines. And were I
capable of it, I'd trian my emulation
well, on her.  

It's not. I'm not thus capable. But public
assignation's hot in only eyes who wink
at suns too deep in skies to get

shit.

Done. 
__________________________________

Public callout deserves public response.
Not Monty-Pythonic NUDGE-NUDGE 
WINK "pubic" (so-read, so-soi disant)
between the lines and lying sighs of false
Greek odds and I declare

that so-called Zeus, "The Sky-Father"
is worst of rapists: 

first. 

He had a wife. 
He chose sunburst, 

and ripping women 
open 

hurts. 

The Vortext Chronicle(s)

With seas 
your eyes of 
azure greenlit 
sea-foam cares 
hair hard, salt soft 
in wide-strewn spray: 

Perigianne. 
The Greek-ish 
Antipodes 

Know when 
the Cypriot 
looks cool 
and shit 

I'll bind no knot 
to loose you, first 
but by fourth dates 
all claims run void 

The undertow suck 
Takes me first. 

Or this I vow: 

A Wedding Band of surf 
and spray and light and 
sand for one beach day 

whether permits 
the storm goes fast 
but darkness 

fits. 

BST-o-W ANTHEMIC JAM (proposed S'i'am)

1. REV Two(2)
   
   "Just bring Battle
   Space Tugboat-Of
   -War In-Tow, with a huge up
   -asteroid flow on community creep
   with a real CAP'N: REGULAR PANDA
   in-coat, in-seat chewing bam-boo leaves
   and two tied-for-1st -mates:
   
   VELITO McSKYE plus
   MINIMILLION VERB O'THKA
   STANDING BYE whilst CHALIE,
   Chief Engineer Janitor Boss
   feeds the Cap'n its leaves, designs
   the robot at cost: M-8888-E from a broom closet broom
   -handled mop and about eight quarter sticks of DYNAMITE
   SLOP and the whole thing's
   
   BOON
   
   roaring towards the Space Pirate Regatta again.
   
   An annual affair to declare each Queen of the hits
   parade where the victory sits
   in a lap filled with laurels
   and thorns: obscene."
   GO HIPS R0SE-H1PS, NOW
   
   THIS IS OUR STAGE/SCREEN

"We Anti-Piracy Space Code Warriors Two."

1. DREAMERS AWAIT US
2. [11:17 AM]

   DEFUND THE GALACTIC HEGEMONY ~ A Dream-Poem by Me, Velitas & I Back From Way When We've Always Been Cahootin' It Since, Right? I Hope So! & ~
3. [11:20 AM]

   "Just bring Battle Space Tugboat-Of -War In-Tow, with a huge up -asteroid on community flow with a real CAP'N: REGULAR PANDA in-coat, in-seat chewing bam -boo leaves on fleek and two tied-for-1st -mates: VELITO McSKYE plus MINIMILLION VERB O'THKA just STANDING BYE whilst CHALIE, Chief Engineer Janitor Boss feeds the Cap'n its leaves, designs the robot at cost: M-8888-E from a broom closet broom -handled mop and about eight quarter sticks of DYNAMITE SLOP and the whole thing's boon roaring towards the Space Pirate Regatta again. An annual affair to declare each Queen of the hits parade where the victory sits in a lap filled with laurels and thorns: obscene." GO HIPS R0SE-H1PS

Loophole Sister-Act Noir

Miss Mary Madge and Sister
Blue were talking stalkers
how ’bout you? We circled
’round like Sofa Queens: they
garret up on Cowboy Fan(s)
and Rock roll dreams while

Stetson stepped across the
whey like cigarettes in butt
-strewn tails to live it all

Down Pt. Pleasant Beach
inlet

No cat no ape no dog
All Ball. All gift 

begets 
all get. 

SHE'SMAH LEADGAT SI COVERMODEL IMPLIED !!

 https://drive.google.com/file/d/0Bxirquted3j3NFpERHRYbWhXVFF4YnN2WnNkTlpJc1VMNTln/view?usp=sharing&resourcekey=0-10GTt2oefb167wO1zB4ubg

Hi, SCARL!

HE-HULK, 

LOOK. i w a n t 

FAMOUS-WOMAN!!!! 

TO BARE MY WH O O L E LOTTA 
IRISH PUBBY BITCH E S 

ON STAGE 

N O W w ww w., 

with her pushy 

P
O
S
T 
SCRIPT!!!

SOLLY

Sorry, Gojiira you gorilla whale 
FAT AS A FISH on hearbreak 
hail hale HALE TO THE KING
of monstrausaurs 

King 
Kong 
Ain't 
GOT FUR on 

y'ores 

intro schema w/ parts sketchy

(KMD sample) "Since the day I was born 
I was on a mission 
Never played out of position
or missing or wishing
I came out kissing was no spank
on the back side 
Just oscillating nurses 
waiting for BLACK [ THAT ] 
guy, I I was talking way 
before I could crawl 
or walk. And what 
the ladies heard 
wasn't baby talk 
I'd drop a line like 
a bomber would drop 
a BOMB. Highly explosive 
but notice I was kool 
and calm, ready 
for action at the age of one the fun 
was just beginning I was winning 
[ hi-hat comes in, some guitar drone ] 
the ladies would come with arms 
open and hoping for a kiss 
and a hug. I'd strip down HAH 
and watch the ladies bug 
I stood up for a while 
then I started walking 
I heard some lady say 
"Look who'se talking" 
That's right baby you 
can't leave me [ HIM! ] 
alone 'cause if you can't 
please me don't tease me 'cause 
I'm [ FULL BAND CRASH 
IN ] BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE BAD TO THE BAD TO 
THE 

(former spoken by Mohandas 
Dewese AKA Kool Moe Dee)

Full band (low harmony vocal 
me): WE GOT YOUR YEAR 
IN ROCK RIGHT HEAR, BAE
BAE 

I came to be the one who'd stay 
THE ANTI-NICE the opposite 
of what you meant when you talked 
shhh-T I BACK YOU UP AGAINST 

that wall! Because you're indefensible 
You lost the last 
best chance you had you can pray 
Good luck 
You can Ugly it up, but 
I'm 
The Bad 
(S. Leone inspired guitar line 
and chords) I'M 
THE BAD 
DEEER, NEEER DEEEAH DAHH
AHM 
THE BAAAAD 
get 
off 
mah 
TIP 

CONSPIRACY 
is on my side 
Step to me you get took 
for a ride, they'll lock 
You up 
They'll hide the key 
Don't put your self 
through hell for me 
AHM SO MEAN I MEAN IT ALL
My soul is indestructible 
You really ought to doubt 
your "should" 'cause God 
He is Great, 
Jesus is Good, but 
I'm 

the bad 

(Whistling part) 

toot de doodle doodle doo 
BAH NAH NAHHHHH 
der REET der ROOTLE ROO 
DAR, NAR, NAHHHH
DOOTY DOOTY DOOOOO 
nah nah nah 

DOODLE-TOODLE-TU 

HIT IT 

Spoken: destruction is 
a creative act and I love 
to create so keep the hell 
BACK. 

_________________

Band intro: 
CFO & director of BASS STRINGS
COO & director of BOOM
CEO & lead of strings 

CCO 
& assistant to the director 
of strings 

______________

Band goes in to "DESTROY" 

"Joy in Mid-Autumn"

It brings me back to the sun beating 
down and the smell of chlorine 
It brings me back to the fall 
of the leaves 
and the rape 

of Persephone. 

And when I get tired of seeing 
her face in the clouds, and 
the streaming rain 
is ready to run down, 
she calls me 

back indoors, she 
says I'm yours, 

and that's when I feel

joy.

"Rocking (To-Do)"

Here me out
I'm going to call a party. 
Here and now, inviting 
everybody. Bring 
your girlfriend bring 
your boyfriend bring 
your ex-girlfriend too 
everyone you've ever 
loved or even hated 
will do 

Just 
sit on down discussing, or 
get on up dancing 

State 
your mind or change the state 
your mind is in 

I would never tether you 
over what you hold, dear 
Bring your freaky twelve 
step program or your big 

case of beer 

We got rocking to do 
All man 
We got rocking to do 
All woman 

Now jump on up right 
and just for just one man 

'Cause only one man came 
to take his bird in hand 
shove it back under the bush 
Let it cheep-cheep a bit 

Tell that Courtney, Girl 
Next dive's for me let's 
swim still a bit, We 
Got 
Rocking 
TO-DO 
ALL MAN
has got rocking to DO-OOO, with 
ALL WO-MAAA,HANN 
has got rocking to do 

all man 
doo DAHHHHN HAS GOT 
ROCKIN' TO DOO, EWE 

with 

all 

woe 
mah 

han 

guitar solo? 

Bridge to the chorus 

Plug in the Saba Facebook Army
on backup and give me a front 
row metric ticket, please. 

Good 
girl 
Good 
boy 

Go doggo go

Harmonic Convergence '96

From the hills 
of Moraga I met 
the bull. He stood stock 
still with his big mouth 
full and I strode as I sang 
over those peaceful hills 

the song 

"We Got Rocken To Do" 

It Kills. 

Ye Olde School Voltage & Thad G Mike Dee battle-scrap vocal

does any body in the house wanna rock it won't matter I

'll scatter a half a docent at once, work up a lather and 

shatter allegory to focus upon the matter at HAND

I dip the toolbooth turnstyle TAP

IN and meet your demand, I'm 

pulling voltage 

no shortage 'cause when 

my wires were tapped i 

best the outer generator 

snagged the lightning and SAPPED 

the Transformers from the East 

to the West, I guest, well 

if you're in it to won, blest 

learn to burn it the best 

and so I pulled from the RED 

AND SAID I GOT who it takes 

Turn on the power 

and shower SPARKS

It's giving you SHAKES 

you see I live it in shivering steel and splitting wood, arcing through 

the sky as it flies, and I'll be hitting it 

good like it should be 

you're feeling it damnice 

thunder is the SOUND

but when they noise it I strike 

TWICE SMOKE in off your skin 

as I began to ignight 

to

night. Turn on the radio and hear me 

coursing through it I STRIKE 

LIKE 

:kevin bacon quicksilver sample

: VOLTAGE! ROCK AND ROLL lighten 

In, deer neer new

I am lightening

back o'time

Long since update: that is
Christy
Leigh SCHAPP!
SCHAPP! SCHAPP, real
estate fans, but don't rule
her out as Cover Girl for
the new Sports Illustrated
Professional MOMS I'D LIKE TO LOVE fat
hardcover special edition (the one with tear-out

"centerfolds" between EVERY LIKE TWO (2) PAGES? no). 

Implied nudity only, please. SI
is a Family Style Institution. It isn't Hustler, thanks. 

N.
O.
W.Good Greasy Grace before, during and at meals please, today. It's franks and beans! The killer duet combo on SAINT PADRAIC'S SNAKE EXPULSERITO BURRITO DAY FOR NIGHT! 

W
a
r
ning. No. MDMA and Roofies alike are NOT "recreational drugs" when you spike
an open container with them. "DEATH, FIRST!" quoth the mad in black. Death first.
It is fate's accomplice you tempt, and the lie detector will be admissible sentencing
phase, DNA ONLY available IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NONE (plus audio only
self-documentation by all the ladies) during the appeal during which you will be in
GAOL, not "jail," and violating what Russell Crowe calls "The Kiddie Raper Beef." Capisce
? Yes, Rose. We all

capisce.

This year
is for the mother's daughters and THEIR
moms. Next year for pop, pops, disco and
rock. No roll today. Steve Winwood's got

the mumps again. Sheesh. 

SO. MANY. PENNANTS

go unwon, unkept and left 
in an unkempt box where 
Jesus busses us up to the neon 
HE SAVES, body-checks Gretzghi 

and 

muffs the puck into your mouth 
like a manna wafer ONLY 
HUGE 

AND PUMPERNICKEL

back to you, Janice! 

CODE N0 COED

NO SUCH

HINT
NO
I DON’T GAME
CODE NO CODE GO
SIMILAR

same. Exegesis

note in the margin

broke and wholly wholly

aves the birds got work. So it’s

true him, with Hymn, Light UP

a Lyre to toast Tyr’s day higher

as Blue herself busses it

fast lanes driving right into

town

and We’re going to

Mr Manhattan to chew

duck fat, eat fries, dip

shakes toss tomatoe pies

weep tears of beer and

frown.

no wit

I am going to swing
like a bandolier on rapier mode
with repartee the sport
of kings, and ace the spy
in his own commode
with dagger and rose
in glinting teeth I'll grin perforce
and dare this risk: to care

implicit persimmons

IF

you can steal the name 
but it ain't no thang, you can 
swipe the bones but you got 

no stones 
you can ape the flesh, but I've 
Angels Left 

and you never could write 
without A.I. automasturbatory 
non-IP-havin' FALSE "DEFT," 

BUT

Still. so 

go knock y'self out, my originator, 
my collaborator, my shaking money 

maker 

my "created creator"

Welcome. BAGS N'
 COLLABS, WONDERFLUFF

____________________________

There are no persimmons, 
heah

Go check W.C.W's FRIDGE
NOTE: no plums there, eith
-err err 

Nothing to brag

Nothing to brag on, 
at, or about. That's pure
-ly on average 

I mean 
for me 

no dount. 

"my nude nineteen inch penis"

My Nude, Nineteen
inch waggly prong prefers
a more balanced metric! It's
actually, exact verifiably 
apt, numerically, BUT
(HUGE BUT alert) in
centimeters, thanks! 
UGH

INCHES

GROSS

Brick & Mortar

Brick and mortar smash 
and grab. Don't call the 
cops 

it's equity. For anyone poor 
just visit your nearest neigh
-borhood store! They extend 

all credit to who'll 

shoot 
stab

"rock middling"

we 

live in a false economy
. For anything true, we
must go online. So then
we pay half, just 

to lose it all.
Your love
Your life
Your wife 

and

wine. 

"birdsong"

She rises up like crack 

of dawn, punting puppies 
left and right to barge 
into the yard so strong 

and set the birdsong birds 
to flight, and only then 
by six A.M. she'll dive 
bomb 
bed 

with coffees on 
and bolt the last half
-glass of wine 

and dream the snooze 
alarm to "ON"

gentleness awry

She kneed me in the groin, 
because I need her too much 
in the crux, or I confess 

it's no mistake. She said 

I liked it 

sort of rough

wilder being

I swear to you girl, no one 
"likes it rough." That's game 
without a flame, no candle 
never get enough 

For you and me and wilder 
beings than we, or you, 
or I 

just 

can't tell a single wilder thing 
than gentleness 

all gone awry

So if you bite, you strike, 
I beat a path away, and ne'er 
return. I will not have 

you 

chasing me. O when oh 
woman will you 

learn. 

"All the pressure"

We are tamed
by all the pressure
every thing we

want

And never will she walk
her way, and never will I

start. For when you're in
the moment, every moment
falls

so
apart. 

uncool vigilante

Hey nephew
or, is it niece
we are all one
or

the other at
least if
you care to check
it, we probably

are. Not by
wish, or so
to speak,

So ask
your funny Auntie
she
has votive smoke
and candy since
I'm more the

avuncular sort,
I'd warn you off
my yard, there

SPORT.

pretty little if

If 
you were 
worried at all, mighty warrior 

all your luck 
if it all fell off 
in slinking cling 
of finest silver mail and iron
clanking

plates, just 
call 

and 

stall. 

I won't play ball, come 
charging in to swoop 
the day, 
unless you save
a breath for me
within my range

to hear you say 

ok
ok

my line breaks are.

my line 
breaks are surreal, 
she said and laughed 
like bells inside 

my head

rape joke monday

It's RAPE JOKE MONDAY over on Consider 
Your Ass Kicked so 

Why not go? Rape me in comments 
but 
Only by your own real internetonym 

And 
ONLY

via a posted link from the news with no 
commentary of your own, so you will look 

SO BAD 

When I reply in the link's comments and you don't 
dare 

show 

up. Thnx, coward

horrorshow

Cool I love you got it for you for real, girl I say. Girl, I say. You are my girl like I am your dog, sort of. So to speak. I am the puffy-eyed gentle man you spit at
by the side of the robe, and are afraid of
secretly slipping all your clothes off
and jewelry, too but

In the Southlands, it's not done. Somewhere down dear and deep, near the Reef they call that
a miner offense, because

jewelry DUH Anyway Did I tell you that one or the reverse? Let's just sleep the sleep of the just on that one, please girl what time is it?

explain the suicides, then

You think you're so 
compassionate but you 
can't even suck your 
dick if incels' lives 
depended on the sub
-jugation of wokind
.
Well rightly so, so said, 
says I - self-care is no 

apocalypse. It might pay 
heed to keep in mind 
your own bent neck 

aimed for
one

kiss.

You think you're so 
woke but you won't 
even check your own 
at the door out of fear 
some adrenalized, test 
-osterolized Def Leppard 
fan will go ape on the 

child you love 

your inner child, then 
- call it a wash 

You claim you're such a big 
Def Leppard fan but 

but WHAT? 

Def Leppard SUCKS? 

Who are you and what 

comment verbatim from internet rando #1: AIRLING's Wasted Pilot

My automatic
official permanent-
repeat track. It turned

the whole wide world to white
noise and myself as well, while

the beat slides in, into, through and
past - leaving

a hard harsh minty
cleansed surface: inside and out

beans for eyes

beans for eyes, but 
magic 
beans of purple depths 
and gold green sheen 

that she calls gray 
as battleships, or 
grey as ghost smoke 
kitten 

tips

Parabellum 2

Your reading is perfect
poise and counterpoise, a
strong-footed amble over
uneaven meadows like

floating on breeze.

In fact I cannot quite believe
that you were reading me, more like
you read us, and burned nerves to lyres,
golden strung to strum and turned a text

into a parabellum 

parabellum (1)

Your reading is perfect poise and counterpoise, a strong-footed amble over uneaven meadows like floating on breeze.

In fact I cannot quite believe that you were reading me, more like you read us, and burned nerves to lyres, golden strung to strum and turned a text into a parabellum

Cloudhead

She loves the wet and drenching mist 
and she can get it 

just exactly right here where
she is, but she'll 
ascend the depths
to look out down 
upon the moors 

and find the clouds 
that she adores

A days, years, months, decades-old poem

A days, years, months, decades 
-old poem somehow does never 
pass without some one concluding:

he's at home. He lives and breathes 
this misery exactly NOW. 

Go pound your own sand, 
Herakles. Your seer is 
Tiresias, a legendary 
blind man bluff. Your 
poet's deaf, oh yes 

he is. 

Go Homer, my dear 
homely holmes

your 
Watson needs a rooster 
bird 

to fluff up so dramatically 
in his free P.R. puff piece 

>>WORD>>

Beck and call

Cloudhead is a German 
term for rooted feet to dance about 
with eyes all over heaven's brim 
just geeking out on shapes 
no doubt but 

It's not really German, though. 
Kind of English
Fond of Art 
Looks like she's got beams 
for eyes but don't mistake 
me now 

And
do not start.