Travis Jeppesen
Us Anyway
A mutated spectre muff –
Diving on to Saturday’s spleen
Screams out at the Prague School
Of Histrionics, Hey There
armageddon juice, don’t the party
pretend to be a game soon
to see the faze out from
Zero star?The mystic cumrag chimes in
and the fruitspade glistens with re-
morse for the fallen adversary –
a word that’s been on my mind since the chandelier fell on my head –
and raw matter gave birth to
celibacy; clouds
don’t listen to each other milking.Extensive disruption or disruptive
extension, one has to ask oneself
at the time of chalkboard vagueness.The masked chime disorder embellishes
the factory’s storm façade
while a cheetah’s fecality
manifests itself on the sidewalk. Spuds of angels darkly,and the moon
spleens zero. Orange it on rougher
after the holidays
or else
the sweet thereafter
Lemons more obnoxious to be
Holding off on the source.Music please —————
— I never thought Texas would go
my way
But was my ear merely my testicle then?If the hippie plays guitar in here,
I’ll barf.
I’m sure you can’t understand me.Milky White Form
the very eagle what we’re after
nomad noone orderform
oh and please excuse my vices
her breastmilk lisping
in the pornographic inferno
schlitt walnut
splatters
springtime pedophilia
mother mattersBut really
The blood deflates those inner matters
and we’re returned to the point of our
initial destructionAlways teething for more
The role of poetry
To restore chaos to order
The government stole my socks
Let’s make a list like that gay one over there did
A prose poem in verse
Decapitated Mullet on the Black Market
we’ll call it
(or was the flaccidity meant
to signify UFOhairsthe shit always gets me most
when the cabinet whispers)He thought, seriously: I can never be serious
Sifting thru salt swallows
the ex
press lightly to serviceairwaves, microphones, justice juice
the loose hilts
fit clear to the avenue
if only we remember to fall
down there
fat rays exprime something
importance always
up the microphone’s arse