Rammikin in an Alcohol Bath

Surreal treatments give only twisted remedies... the truth is only a catalyst...

Shout out for a grazing lout
of spurious intent,
four ruminating wise guys
suppurating accents into atmospherical
accidents Bang! Bang!
Clash of Fashionistas
hair pulling out of this Bad Deal,
follicles plucked one by
one huge handful
of Starshine
on you,
on You!
off me rocker arms
pistoning madly at 7800 RPM,
red line only a sliver
sad sack of lettuce wilting forgotten

behind
last month's avocados, soft
and ripe for Honeymoon's
loving, savage deflowering.

Agent Orange dropped mistakenly
(got some bad intel, Tony...)
into a sodden, soggy bowl of corn flakes,
spoon settling nicely into morning's
asphalt.
A humpbacked Road leading past brunch
hunched over that damned
reset button stuck down
in peanut butter cement,
once again jelly belly deleted
without the three fingered
Salute!
Twenty one guns?
Oh yeah, water pistols
filled with chocolate milk
at fifty paces.