Quelle sputum

                                         Quelle Sputum or
                                  And say, why dont’cha try it with words.

In a witty “ditty dawn’s up”. a sassy
sassy says so.

a glossalallic dollop wallop as her hot tongue suck salve

In the clamour of the surplus.
In a lurid body of desire.

So, shake shake shake it up baby
with a hard pouty gerund errant errand parted in a foray foyer o yea.

In the hesitant gait of
yr trembling, in the range of

                                    yr reference / wrenched in the hem
                                        of the haw. In the hello
                                           of the hollow

in uvular forego ergo.

And sing: rockabye, rockabye baby.

As yr pixilate fixates
as petty felching fret fatigue
And i say:


as daylight come an’ i wanna go
where no glib regret garment guarantees

a propaedeutic hermeneutic
in the iffy spiff sputum spluge.

                                        ‘cause hey baby, baby

wontcha flange now,
in anxious indices axes
with a umbilicus abacus kiss

Stroll-it up, get it out ready steady set

                              GO, GIRL.

Do you know the way to say
plush flushing
swaddled in a stable labial able
pump gumption sump

So, hush little baby don’t you cry
mama’s gonna bake you
a desquamation pie

and if that hypostasis don’t sing
mamma’s gonna make you
a codicil docile
with a muster fluster plausal spastic thrash.

So, don’t you be cryin’ over spilled
lexical sects as
social surrogates surrenders in

a dosey doe dulcet
mucilage fuselage
silica sift duplicate.

In the trajectory of a grammar
dislocated in

     a lexical echo
     in an excusary ruse
     or lucky lucre ludic clues.

                                      So, say hey baby, yo baby,
                                        wont’cha be my, be my

aberrate bouillon. bellow bigelow
bill-ya belly volley. volét.
villa ballet bélbaios. Bouillabaisse.

And, why don’t you –
check [it] out cheeky chow out chicken shit chiller in a chintzy chit chat choke up. Chopper chow. And clamp down yr classy ass
in a hoedown, hoo-ha kick-up knock down, drag-out
ruckus rumple rumpus calliope trope elope

In the irresistible wave of yr welling.

                                     or in the dissimulated secret of
                                       yr restant flaunt. flambé.
                                    mamby pamby ambient mycelium

                                          sally swell solely
                                        slain in the interest of
                                      obscurity. In the surge of yr

promissory sorry
with yr parasol pinesol
consul insole consulate tonsil

So, don’t you be givin’ me none of that
insipid sepia slip

in the fracked up you suck, shucks.
gelato glottal waddle
sierra tiara triest tryst.

As absences explode into the anguish of the expected.

In the nuance of a fluent soothe
excluded in the margins of

                                                       lenguata mutata

in an omphalos floosey sluice sallies in
calor galore allure
in a no-frills frothy slop freesay

                    So, if you go out into the words today,
                                  you’re in for a big

boondocker clodhopper wafflestomper
In a tress of production; a

agog spigot abegna
bag it frigget / fidget
widget traject gadget
genetic etic mimetic functive dunk
as a pas de pas parted in

                    anamnesis, mimesis, noesis,

[sic] iliac echolocate loci.

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