==VOLUME ONE OF ?==

It was a good 1986
as odd-numbered leap years go
I plugged in my Styrofoam
as the non-linear
lusts of my old age
invaded
my tender young floop
pancakes no longer
grow on
the outhouse rug nor do
pizza pies swim
the English Channel after dark
unless accompanied by George
the flatulent leaf
I do not want to know why
for I do not see why
mudhens
whisky
topography. . . smelt
useless beings are we
though the endless cycle
which fills the world with
such things as kittens
dirt
Norwegians
pain as a muse
arouses that special place
in the farthest reaches
of my left toe
and sees only
what the deaf man can only taste
under the scarlet wind
of carbonated glass-eyed visions
of nothingness
and I look into the sky
and hear
neuroses
of those who I have never rode the bus with
when I was twenty nine
for I am the avatar
of an age
in which I could never comprehend
if I lived to be a million years and fifty three days
and sixty four seconds
the woman wakes up
from her dreams of passion
and barbecue flavoured oatmeal cookies
with the man
who lives upon the
primrose wavelength
with his cat
Fido

==TO BE CONTINUED==

fish never crawl
through shaving cream and sawdust
nor do I run the risk of inanity
with the clone
of mine enemy's
uncle's
sister's
dentist's
roommate
as the mirror sees all
but reveals very little
of what passes for intelligent conversation
we go gently
into that good
feeling of stupidity
as the light fades to dark
chocolate and cherry pie
don't trust your gut
when you can help it
it will only leave you hungering for a simpler time
when 2+2 equaled 769,299,547
and
we all lived in a wormhole
in a bottle of strawberry pop
live your nightmare
vicariously through science
and Ugandan folk music
sell gum
to those who have no love for
football boots
old westerns
or Siamese twin Aboriginies
who smoke Japanese cigars
and drink warm uncarbonated root beer
by the light of a purple sun

==VOLUME TWO OF ?==

we never know what
to make of
flowers and
farts
while we run off at the mouth
and talk of strawberries and German martial arts movies
that star actors from a small hamlet in Idaho
who cares about soap scum
while there are children in Lethoso
who haven't heard of
trash talk
we might think
butter grows on trees
except for the smell
of hamburger
and my eyes see
what your toes hear
during the wee hours of the afternoon
while the man in the green shirt
sleeps the sleep of the
clinically insane
and ice cream melts
all over the fragments
of memories
and songs unsung for many years
we never thought that
it would come to this
light
dark
black
green
sacred
wrestle with my doubts
and nobody will b

==VOLUME THREE OF ?==

e the wiser
for the end is near
for self pity
and introspection
life is good
if you want it to be

==VOLUME FOUR OF ?==

do not look for
answers where there are no questions
nor are there reasons
to feel insecure
about your shortcomings
or stupidity over things
you cannot control
black is the mood
don't think
react
stones don't grow on the backs of midgets

==THIS IS NOT THE END==

this is