gimme one thin reason. pigs scorn the surface of the law. pigs
scorn the surface of the world -- they've dug down to the center
of the earth in search of truffles. every tenth french pig disappears
-- he's digging to Chine! in enough years, lava will ooze out of
those vents and Paris will be the first to go. before then, larva
will ooze forth from those vents, when the chiens start digging
to Chine. Les chiens et les cochons.

pilots and sparklers. pilots on the pillory. raking inspiration the
fuck out of the words. these parallel rows nothing less than
cultivated fields of words. Every page a field. Every paragraph
a pasture. Feeding in the fields of words. Here comes Farmer
Donkey with his gun!

Gimme the donkey gun! Polyester pilots on the pillory. They went
postal with the splurge gun from Bugsy Malone. running for the
deck gun, the running lights, slipping near the railing -- shoulda
tied your lifeline, Biff! Should've had Tammie tie your lifeline!

Sparkling pilots in the sky. Flying sparklers over the moon. several
filthy pilots in the sky. Fifty filthy pilots in the pillory sky. Pilloried
on the contrails. they hang there forever, or at least until the sun
goes down. the sun pilloried on contrails. set free every night to
wander in the underworld. to wander in sorrow in the underworld.

A dapple thin veil, roan clouds in a layer in the sky, surmounting a
layer of roan clouds in the sky. Pinto clouds in a piebald sky, up
there in the experimental jets. up there in the mental jets. oh i'm
always hopping mental jets to set new speed of thought records --
Ment 6 or better.

Fatherland in the sky. Father's day in the Fatherland. Farterland.
Hitler had bad gas, you know. But no matter how funny his farts
sounded, you could not laugh!

Feathered in the fatherland. farrah in the fatherland, with her soft and
feathered hair. the icon of the seventies nazies. the icon of the nazis
of the seventies, the television show called Heinrich's Engels. Farrah
and the polyester pilots. The polyester pilots and Jo Ann Harris.
Farrah in the fatherland with her soft and nazi hair.

curtained in the underworld
skim the outskirts of the room
prairie bulldog in Buenos Aires
these are the peripheral lines
waking the riot grrrls
barring the epiphenomena from the room
culling the bulldogs
waking the riot dogs
prairie bulldog in an emoluent world
riot womyn in an emollient world
waking the whitelines
waking the white stripes
Meg & Jack
out on the flightlines
out on the lithelines

all i've got
is the bulldog rot