That gum you like’s gonna come back in style.
Miguel Ferrer defers.
A mere 130 IQ.
Perplexed and amused us for years.
But we are required to go deeper.
To a deeper poetry.
Greatness demands all of us.
Lenny Von Dohlen we knew in every blank gaze.
Every sheepish word.
A foreigner at home within us.
Criminalistics not complete with stylometry of Fort Meade.
A poetry of.
It is beyond MFA.
It is compulsion of unfettered existence.
Tied to entertainment.
I was a bastard brat.
For a moment beneath me.
My higher calling.
Thought a pentagram was imminent.
But the magic is white as MIKE.
Unity of opposites.
We will have much more to say in dissertation form.
A true X file.
With no rational explanation.
Thwarted by every dimension of reality.
And Ray Wise is brilliant.
To ask so much of an actor.
Lord let it rain on me.
What do you think?
I’m asking you.
Fire walk with me.
Only Baudelaire with that kind of darkness.
Maybe even necessitating Lautreamont.
But we will go deeper as we outstrip the functionalities.
And then host for Ezra Pound.
In possession which destroyed Lasker’s first edition.
Belmondo once proved his love.
To use our powers for good.
Hokey fumbling with mysticism.
Deadly accuracy of possession.
We want to know more of Moloch.
And the cremation of care.