Elizabeatin' III
We call this
freed Margaret Mead
and G. Bateson on a cybernetic spree
mind balance
all those good things
see the forest for the trees
lie on hillock
meta
like the second degree of
systems cybernetics
not walled-up freemasonry
the secret! Ooo
the rose in the crown
the horny crucifixion
and the apron and the gown
be you a louis templar?
Robert 2 the Stephenson
Dr Henry Kissinger
I presume
at Port Stanley
Three crowns to the louis
Raul Ruiz you should take a squizz
at his goat-hornary magic
grinding the green fields
daddy on my rice paddy
tickling ma belly
when ey were a young felly
with my eye on the filly
lambikins portrait of a piss artist andy
nar-the-war-the-hol-the-many-cotic
berserk jerk
in the crib
and then I'm 14
with my quils
and the cut of my gib
gibe
tape cassettes of NWA
on JJJ
shooo!
get the steam out
slam to ham to duncan jam
the agona
of Diogenes diagonal
gnosis
on to screwy huey duey and louis
macduck
for even Ezer's a jolly good fellow!
slaughter to the rissole
lamb kebabs at Troy's
Agamemnon remembered
the islands of the Seine
Paris, the Sepik River
school of erased machine
photo-plastiche
Some old Toad
may look in haught disdain
on these
jibby habby verses
and the greensleeve refrains
semper
buffo
biffo a boffin of the void
coffin ed
lovely little boofhead takes
the slips of maidenhead
'Zoundswave higgsicles
boss on boss on
Rousseau Romanticism
Tonight I row
the coldest stream
invisible to shiver
like young Werther
and Ophelia in the river
dam! She got whacked motherfucker
Elsinore and Dunsinane
the quiddity of the forest
that became warring empire
fear of a fair fire green planet
inhuman but cosmic
to break into the elemental
and to forget the Occidental
agon of Eliot and Pound
who mythologised to the ground
thus literalising metaphor
like two-bob ho
yo
killing in the name of agon
a gun, again, aghast, aghost, agist
I came into this world already in resist.
freed Margaret Mead
and G. Bateson on a cybernetic spree
mind balance
all those good things
see the forest for the trees
lie on hillock
meta
like the second degree of
systems cybernetics
not walled-up freemasonry
the secret! Ooo
the rose in the crown
the horny crucifixion
and the apron and the gown
be you a louis templar?
Robert 2 the Stephenson
Dr Henry Kissinger
I presume
at Port Stanley
Three crowns to the louis
Raul Ruiz you should take a squizz
at his goat-hornary magic
grinding the green fields
daddy on my rice paddy
tickling ma belly
when ey were a young felly
with my eye on the filly
lambikins portrait of a piss artist andy
nar-the-war-the-hol-the-many-cotic
berserk jerk
in the crib
and then I'm 14
with my quils
and the cut of my gib
gibe
tape cassettes of NWA
on JJJ
shooo!
get the steam out
slam to ham to duncan jam
the agona
of Diogenes diagonal
gnosis
on to screwy huey duey and louis
macduck
for even Ezer's a jolly good fellow!
slaughter to the rissole
lamb kebabs at Troy's
Agamemnon remembered
the islands of the Seine
Paris, the Sepik River
school of erased machine
photo-plastiche
Some old Toad
may look in haught disdain
on these
jibby habby verses
and the greensleeve refrains
semper
buffo
biffo a boffin of the void
coffin ed
lovely little boofhead takes
the slips of maidenhead
'Zoundswave higgsicles
boss on boss on
Rousseau Romanticism
Tonight I row
the coldest stream
invisible to shiver
like young Werther
and Ophelia in the river
dam! She got whacked motherfucker
Elsinore and Dunsinane
the quiddity of the forest
that became warring empire
fear of a fair fire green planet
inhuman but cosmic
to break into the elemental
and to forget the Occidental
agon of Eliot and Pound
who mythologised to the ground
thus literalising metaphor
like two-bob ho
yo
killing in the name of agon
a gun, again, aghast, aghost, agist
I came into this world already in resist.
