Thhimk about it. In

1. auto
matic writing you always have to have some
kind of jackass
mustculature t
o push the hand across the page

o the hand
o this one or that one

o the leopard larva

o the sacred sprong

2. read
with torches
the light's been gone have done

thhimk with torch
erous senseations

cencacions

the cetaceans are all at play in the death of the lord

no i mean

how did you phind us here???? ???? ????

3. Phine, thanques—
I always seem to start the heart's desire
on the way parachuting down from a spice ship
a ship in spice
a shape in spruce
a shop in spirit

i'd like the read one on the left, pleezzzzzze

Pleezus Christ I ain't been around here in a dog's age
in a pig's eye
in a monkey's uncle
in a cat's thumbprint
in a space program

last zime i was zere
all zee indians were lounging around on the bridge
as if it were their living tomb sofa
laughing when our taxi pulled up
at jokes i couldn't underzand

4. Phine, phine, Phineas
your pineal gland's in
tact

your road machine
your ghetto bean
your phreaks are all stand back

you're 21
you're been and done
your donkey is a hack

and when your next in americuh
i pray your not attack.

5. Phine, phine, Phineas
your salad's under wheel

your kite's on high
your road's gone by

and all the jellybeens in washingteen
ain't got nothin' on how you pheel.

Steel peel. Teal, your next meal. What's the big
real?

Oh, how does it pheel?
To be without a foam?
With no erection, om?
Like a complete fun bone?
Like a rolling gnome?