Saturday, February 16, 2008

monk he pew

Numberless Canto

Th monk he swings n mi chic n cupe

Monk he pew n mi Chimp Eden

WHO FLUNG PEW

m.f. monk he pew / came frum yew.

And th soldiers stept n th pew marching 2 bi 2

2 th beat uv th Prezidents white fist

Red, White, and Blue marching 2 bi 2

from the beginning of time to the present

m.f. monk he PEW.

Gloria worshiped your narrator

on the 29th and also the 1st through the 28th

And on the 30th day God created monk he pew

And I worshipped the Glorious on the 31st.

In my Chip Eden

I invented

the question

mark.

Dem mutha fuhkas took it frum me

I marked my questions / they marked their spots.

Spotilism was the leaves of grass

Whitman (that is Mr. Walt).

And we flung pew together / geniuses and monk hes

I am the genius made into the monk he

PEW

ON

YEW

I will pew n yew will listen.

With no words my pew is your newz

n yew will spred mi monk he pew newz

to the streets of Villa Grimaldi

is a circle at the center.

Pinochet will never die / and he has never killed

or cüped as if chikenz

who will never fly in the clouds.

I invented

the clouds

Dem mutha fuhkas took em frum me

I precipitated the clouds / they predict their moods

My mood becomes Confucius on the 31st

cüped in Chimp Eden.

c.m.f. Ezra Pound

(c for crazy)

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