Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Lonnie Howling

It started neatly      like a private fetish  so creviced it could never   boon and tread said monsters    

Then   all of  sudden the   singer who   makes sculptures   out of throwaway   had a reputation

In white   heaven and   nigga heaven   was clamouring for    a new freak to personalize  and trade

Everyone   weird enough        to be a savior    will be taken to the   market and sold with the   sugar and gear

        Shrug if     you hear me     don’t come near    me with a picket    and a sleeve I don’t  wanna see another punk nigga   Ulysses make it home in no  peace

Be  meaner       be brand nude     and ruder and    hipper and worse  worst and firmer    and blacker and tactless     with nurture and curses    and crescents figuring out  the fist that circle bone  is no match for this yellow    early this merciless matriarchy    this year’s Lonnie Sonny Liston Holly leap in         this time don’t listen to anyone smith       or thistleless his voice was as flat as the   tires he stacked into black tears but
                                                                                                                          here we went at the purchase

Greed   don’t make   you hungry
But    what  a fat thing     for the having
What    a bad    bad wolf   

What    a lather     of babble  so cool to sell