Monopolis

Metaphysical geometry at Ranch Arouse

Wrong data in a limousine

Amusing the obliged and more of the most

Than the vogue could shift

It puts a nice personal sheen on the mayhem

Tabloid punchers addicted to aegis

Loot diplomacy and the biggest tits

Italian sprockets fronting the boardrooms

Flesh bolts and gridlock

Women in socks mismatch the herbs

Lotions of falsetto unison

Here's gush here's fifty bucks for pout

"Hey Wanda, scrape me some of that Lapin Nouvelle!”

Bennet wants a monolith for a lifestyle

Blitz palms his labors and winters in idle

Jotblots, portfolios, and brushstrokes

I used to be a young man now I'm molten

How much misery is tinsel in February

Repartee's chevalier probes his hooter

Where the universe starts its center

What Was In Parentheses Is Now In Brackets

There's human nature and there's human respect

And there's lobster ravioli for $25 a pound

Discretion puts you in the picture

Time passes and its versions become new evidence

The empty stoicism of the doctrinaire

Reformalizes the malice of its sophistry

Inadequate resentments form a power base

For new theories of self-reliance

For postscript read rupture

Public words get a grip on practice

It's the illusion of ethos

You've never heard this before?  No, never.

Expansive skepticism says what was inherent

Was merely inherited never mind about that

Formula is background illustrate from it

The obtrusive antagonisms of anything expansive

Cosmic limit is ample opportunity

Multiplicity is descriptive focus

A function of rational continuity

Nothing figurative shares the lineaments of truth

MCM99+

I am the father of my country and
Quote from my elaborate head-dress
Therefore therefore therefore therefore
The thinnest mountain air refreshes

I am the figure in the landscape

The shape in the distance the eventual

Uniqueness the sulking reproach to any

Minor transgression you might perpetrate

A history of suffocations and breathless

Urgency pizzicati of reasonableness to

Fill a definite place in the heart a pure

Distracted exaltation now I'm absent now

I'm congruent I am the intention of the same

Ideas that built the public buildings I am

The prod in the wink and the orator's resolve

My consolations instruct in 60 point Bookman

When revisionism is the general order of the day

I speak from entablature and what's exchanged

For meat and bread novelty is solution's disguise

The ardor of perspective always corrects my hazard

Memories of Oblivion

When I'm cold I have a tonic
And sleep on my ear
But today's almost caffeine free
And I feel nothing but heat

This is what is called a Stung und Drag

Period full of the rasp and tinkle

Of better late than never anything

Tangible overwhelmed by the black

And white of it something anything

A question asked the Sphinx

Is it smoky in bardo?  Well?  Barstow?

No, bardo!  Well, okay, what about Barstow too?

A tangled droop of terrors etwas aus dem

White Devil perhaps solicitous scruples

Never inclusive enough to be a portent rather

Just an accumulating measure of the ideal

And once disabused of praise and

The uncharted pleasures of same

The never nourished alternatives

Run out like a ghost story