In Miniature– Sort of a Monster Mash-Up

Plymouth Rocks, the Grey Album
by cocteau
“All wordz/ belong to all people [‘cept these].”
– Marty Esworthy
History, c’mon, tell me a story: GAUL!
Three parts! Yeah, one part pet rock,
two parts, poison-dart. Mais, dans
m-m-m-my time, your time–
simply, irresistibly, irrevocably
Green Prell. & so fine.
mine & super-fine! Hunh!
Motha-fuggin’ Yank in a clanky old tank
zo, how how, how-how, howhow
how-how, how do/ y’like me now?
* * * * * *
Coda: (Mental-telepathied,
not necessarily spoken)
Ali-bama//Futu Rama– uh-huh!
B’-bada-bing// Ba-bada-BOUM!
(Note: BOUM! to be mixed over
final note of A Day in the Life)

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this poem gave me a boner. there, now you know i’m actually a guy that just seems like a girl.
Some parts are so ‘out loud’ spoken word and yet others are so visual custom made for the eye-cooties. Stream of conscious from the subliminal unconscious…always a pleasure to read. Mash-up boomfest. Damn, i guess when a woman comments that she’d like to make love to this poem that’s the bestest compliment ever. lol.
p.s. how dyou like THEM apples?
In the caves all cats are grey–my favorite song by the cure.
wow. green prell. that’s a blast from the past.
Great rythym here. It’s like a Quasimofo w/ less quasi and more mofo.
that is sa-ho satisfying to read out loud.
hi, cocteau! i totally wanna make love to this poem! i feel as giddy as a bashful schoolgirl. i’m especially tittilated by fraggle rock&glam rock in the same line. this fondled my funnybones!
ever so thankfully yours,
c