The Triumph of the Fool

Fool triumph.

Succeed at the ideals of loss.

Canter upon a horse.

My horse.

Work in denim wings.

A completes the Z.

Silence becomes a time bomb.

Fondle genitalia.

Gutter Music Crescendo.

Back track on the raw memory brain.

Canter upon a horse.

My horse.

Orientate the novelty of responsibility.

Dress the gesticulator in smug.

Fondle genitalia.

Kick the kicks.

Climb stairs to branches of military.

Lick the encyclopedia butterfly.

Incarcerate the corpse of Gregory Corso.

Stick pages of holy book to headlight.

Use Semen.

This street is a sunny graveyard.

The gullible travels.

Steal back reality from the T.V. station.

Paint the planted plant.

The Alpha completes the Omega.

Dive into the pool of trouble.

Straddle Midas and feel your arse become golden.

Canter upon a horse.

My horse.

Fish the transvestite’s confession.

Castrate the Apes who believe.

There is reason on the lip of liberty.

Draw circles on the squares of nature.

Validate reality.

Fondle genitalia.

Dig a hole to the core of pleasure.

Offer salutation and sanitation to Bacchus.

Offer your womb to Dionysus and give birth to a holy goat-boy.

Sell the asp of holy art.

Feel the grasp of charity.

Understand nothing can be overstated.

Advise numbly against the briefcase blues.

Listen for the tap’s fringe curtain.

All is fanned before you like the dust upon the chisel.

Canter upon a horse.

My horse.

Listen for the layered rainfall.

Vote angrily but cleanly.

Eat uniforms.

Let fat cascade over pubic hair.

Crawl beneath old wooden table like Indian republic.

Think big ideas of miniscule townships.

Create a new last page.

Call it The Triumph of the Fool-

the epitaph for the mourning.

And wait and see.