NOW PLAYING: GAMELON DADA--FOR SOPHIE composed by Andy Miller

 

Serial or Marie Rhea
by
Andy Miller

The Hole
by Andy Miller

man in danger shaves his hat, hauls in the pope -- livid in his bathrobe, while in his hand a mignonette. one loaf for silence, a reason overcome.

this man in danger gave his majesty the bends, at every port of call. and at every port of call, another reason overcome.

this man, his groin called out -- for his hat, in hand, a cesspool angel. a weird omen in his hand, shaped like a mignonette. one loaf for silence, this man in danger.

a toast, to the pope.

*

red glaze on Monday's chores rated seven -- for a time. then lollipop Monday came, aged in glue. lollipop Monday, that sour genie, that argyle egg. red glaze on that sour genie. red glaze on that argyle egg. for a time, aged in glue. Monday's chores rated seven, rated seven guava. guava. such a hard time, for the old miser. time, that verb in guano. that verb, in red glaze. for a time, Monday's chores rated seven. this old miser did. happiness. happiness. that belle, methane -- her gelatin, this evening. red glaze on that argyle egg -- for a time. red glaze on that sour genie.

*

death on a short-wave, life -- extended, like drapery. it saves the rest for the sage. the cherry's allure for the sage, and terrier even aloes and egg whites. death on the short-wave, idyll in the sand -- for the gables, a souvenir. death on the short-wave, her lost rose -- life, extended. like drapery...

*

out on the savanna the party was. like bars on speech -- on flies, carrion. duds for the parasol, no wiser. a real gentleman, the gentleman miser. mango, spit. his lecture -- a pummeling of mango, spit. out on that savanna, in dinner clothes. in marble attire, the party was.

*

the sawyer's tree, a diva. "crush my grass," she said. that one tiger i avoid, narcissi. flakes, recoil -- speeches in masks. it gives to ute, ute. the flower's diarrhea, narcissi. flakes, recoil, etc. phooey. the sawyer's tree, in rings like an onion -- an onion diva. "crush my grass," she said. it gives to ute, ute. a diva, limbo.

*

a triumphant mule, for a gentleman. in the manger, eating sour apples. road apples, ferric -- chimera. all this plasma has bloomed, for this. this gentleman, at rest. a triumphant mule, sour apples, road apples, ferric -- chimera. the get up and go. it pays to marie rhea. her apples, likes this. the curves of the boat, like this. some more, like this. for a gentleman, a most triumphant mule. in the manger, eating sour apples.

it pays to have marie rhea some more, like the basin of silence. out spills reason, sweat, a word -- discord. her damage opens wide, to stain this pleasant evening.

only my viola knows.

 

A Geyser Dining in the Room
by
Andy Miller

a geyser dining in the room
to mask a sinus infection,

chorus, etc.

her lips moist, aerial. a virus
in her gown ignites. it

sleeves, combo.

a geyser's lass, dining
in the room -- atop this

chorus, etc.


Looked Through the Portal
by Andy Miller


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