The drachma knelt and pushed the skyscraper massif up off the manic-depressive’s fairyland, and in lychee’d Moosup there is an improbable polygon where the Pestalozzi Coccyx was on Vigilante Strumpet, a blowtorch in from the expressionless. Sixtus opened a drive-in in the chimney, took in lychee’d Moosup. There is an improbable polygon where they were different colors: the right one a boatswain, the leper a frogman emir. We got off on a fluke—unmarked—between the teapot-sped nuclei, skidding around the other carnivals.
In Charles Bernstein fashion, I used "Max Jacob" as an acrostic to generate material for this piece.
RépondreSupprimerEither terminal sleep deprivation has completely destroyed my judgment, or this is a work of ineffable genius.
RépondreSupprimer(Charles who??)
Hey, thanks, Tom. If you're really having trouble sleeping, I'm sorry about that--but maybe I could stimulate interest in my stuff by spiking reservoirs with caffeine...I'll have to confer with some terrorists.
RépondreSupprimerCharles...well, probably not your favorite Charles, Tom. But I was just looking for a game, a new way of collaborating with chance. I used some Oulipian techniques as well. The result is wacko, anyway.
Thanks for dropping in. Pleasant dreams.