Mobius strip

the mobius strip

a rakes role is not exactly suitable for the more stable of habits of
innuendoes on the half shell? although those with PRUSSIAN undertones
do have as they say a leg up the ladder of previous behavior &; an
animated midsection where GOD in his infinite wisdom has left a few
double jointed remarks concerning the laser beams ability to cut its
way thru a NON EUCLIDEAN GORDIAN KNOT for redistribution amongst the
NOBLESSE OBLIGE? so sail away into the wily blue arched eye brow
penciled in for dramatic effect along the PENTECOSTAL WAY while
dragging the left over hosts &; hostesses thru the dank streets in
search of the BLACK HOLE hiding in a barrel of orange slices or
peelings? depending on the neighborhood spread upon the CUTTING
BOARD...

there is a vast array of junk mail to be punched sliced then marinated
in battery acid? a junk food salad to be taken with a pinch of arm band
tightening on a misplaced scheme or pinch me quick before i dream
forever &; never know how this all turns out... but remains inside
out or existing on a MOBIUS STRIP where there is no escape &; no
place to go but around &; around it goes &; where it stops nobody
knows but the slithering mollusk... who is at home in the murky waters
three miles south west of the BLACK HOLE? two unidentified children
were seen going into the HOLE then coming out again in a few minutes as
KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKENS... or so it seemed along the a moebus strip
with dream dust still caught in the tiny crevices of my nose... then
out of my ears &; into a filigreed cloud formation that slowly turns
its ruffled edges into fine steel claws snapping with an echoing
clink... CLINT... CLIT... opening into one gigantic maw standing next
to a gracious stand of beef ribs waiting patiently by the railroad
tracks of someone elses scream to come to fruition...

the insatiable need for gratification distracts the needle jottings
&; forces them to go in search of an orgasm along the stock &;
trade streets that ante up against the river? HOURRAY... the earth is
saved by a GIANT TONGUE sent to earth by one of the minor GODS... the
earth &; humankind are now nestled in the gaudy arms of flashing
lights... thank you O GOD for the LAPPING TONGUE but what do we do
now... no sooner had the words been uttered when with a great roar the
clitoristic BLACK HOLE &; the GIANT TONGUE swooshes out into space
to search for a room where they might indulge in the privacy of their
own universe... to procreate &; fill in the blank spots with
diminutive BLACK HOLES &; tiny LICKING TONGUES &; if you listen
very attentively you can hear the back ground noise of... not the 60
cycle hum? but the minuscule giggling sounds of a JUNE EVENING wrapped
in tin foil...