A Recalcitrance in two parts
- Akira Rabelais
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Corrugated Cottage Cheese with Gilt Tarpon on Rye. how very far my little Poohbah, desirous of pretentious corrugated cottage cheese, on hands and knees have you missed, where da Vinci pissed sniffing round a recalcitrant hydrant last known, inquest insofar in situ, to the likes of xxxxx xxxxxxxx... "perhaps I have" said he to me, "I, well... , let us suffice to say", as I did, "I’m still standing there"... but then again do you recall that night in Ulyanovsk, when Jean Baptiste Poquelin Molière and A&P Chekhov had that "little" row with Jean Giraudoux and that oh so saucy Sir Thomas Malory... and Oppenhimer whacked Wilhelm von Gottfried with his gilt tarpon and sang six full choruses of: Love cats, Your Cheatin’ Heart, Hungry like the Wolf, I’ve got you under my skin, Some girls are bigger that others, Don't fence me in, Là dove a Mergellina, Never let me down again, and Oh! mio babbino caro to the stilted fauvist rhythms of five truculent little Cuban boys, clad only in bottle caps & the best intentions that can be had for hard earned Drachma, banging the shit out of things completely unmentionable in capriciously mixed company? "yes, yes I think I see the matter at which you thrust, but must we go there... Part Two: How a benumbed bastard quietly shimmed, Harsh ABBA quintet disemboweled dummy, My abominable buddhism wreathed quest, Unbequeathable dithyrambs swim domed, Ms. Wyde masturbated behind oblique ham, Rabbitweed question humbled shy madam, A stableboy hummed requiem bandwidths, Shameworthy qualities bed dumb badmen, Ambush quintet disemboweled darby ham, My widemouthed madbrain shabble quest, Dumbhead obsequity blemishment award, Ms. Whey’s quaint badmouthed bible dream, Madbrain whammed hussy betted oblique, Quaint bummed rat disemboweled by hash, Beadswoman quietly behammer buddhist, Shabbiest muddlebrained whammy quote, or How the Marquis de Sade nibbled at my bum... Hesperides had a little obloquy recited once to me: "weasel, weasel burning bright, oh how thy sardine like license recants my hedgehog trousers, my dormouse pants, enumerated impetuously now amongst the free malicious merkins cast adrift with adroit aborigine, requite me once, requite me twice, quippy little heathen thus requites me thrice, uncanny ain't it... sardonic lusty hedgehog not withstanding" despite this spite, "enough! enough!" I say, saddled with that burden one might accidentally go meretriciously a stooping, doused, douse, dousing emeritus Mongol are groused, grouse, grousing nibbled cheese we wheeze in places pranced yet obsequiously unmentionable, but then I did, but then so did you... left to these devices, no tactic exculpated beyond all threat of lunch at Denny’s or the diatribes of lachrymal spoliation I say: "avant donc que d’écrire apprenze à penser", "todos los duelos con pan son buenos", "meglio il tardi che mai", "ya sabe que toda comparacion es odiosa", "battiamo il ferro mentre è caldo", "un auteur gâte tout quand il veut trop bien faire", "mit worten nicht, mit thaten lass mich danken"... |