Another Bukowski Nightmare Begins

another Bukowski nightmare begins the castrato sings below while she calls from the minaret fossicking thru the memories for our linked verse while i, sitting beneath the coolabah river on the run waiting for some rabbit or Alice oh incorrigible moon have you no mercy this night see the parade pass, the ithyphallic the trilithon collapsing, time and gravity another turgid, erubescent symbol deflated another thought buried by time and mine to waste o moon so incorrigible teach me not emotion let me revel in callosity let the mirror play tu quoque let it speak for once scream from the inner scotopia where the predatism scutters read to me another confessional poet those in need of yet another minie ball, open oven door fill the pockets with rocks and rockets o god more, more misery rise and hail your innermost misery you must suffer for literature tempus fugit is a lead pipe cinch that is the diphthong the calliope never fails to sail thru while surds and sonants bounce the walls the coffee shop lustrum, ideomotion learn to unlearn supine beneath the coolabah river on the run waiting for a rabbit or Alice the urge for frottage pushes us beyond logic and reason suffering polyphagia between the limbs where the eyes drool in bushes of void commandments now postmodernism and i are even i refuse to die for this revolution i refuse the pitiful pitfalls life's a grand adventure taking in ever larger measures i refuse to fail its call i refuse i refuse hand me that bottle of rum let's think about this Fergus Falls 97