avant-garde

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There is a silent garden…
Where are gossamer wings…
A soft flute tube girl dances
By the pools of dopamine.
Quelle dans! Quelle chant! 

I am hiding and wounded and wretched and confused;
The man who tries to claim things; a false fool Who
loves his soft flue tube top Black Sox Scandal! girl.
‘Too bad for him…’; she thinks like a third-rate Orson
Welles saboteur.
Quelle dans! Quelle chant! 

Sometimes I catch a billopede to eat
Or fish with: a teaching almost audible
Song to every eaten leg. Billopedes are considered
Delicacies by frontal hoboes.
Quelle dans! Quelle chant!

Wives overly unfaithful to their oboe husbands, anti-flute
Double dreaming… But within Blake there is a magic tree dog in a silent
Garden who visits the High Witches all night about these insect problems.
What I want? — to be away from — be softer than her beer meta-tubal garden –
Quelle dans! Quelle chant!


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