More Poetry of Meat Gizmo

Intro
To SETI*
Night Flying
Men's Room Wall
Brass Bed

Intro

That meaty man, The Giz, is back like so many sordid flies on a fanciful mission to pulverize and pulp the vicissitudes of a foregone era, and truly his gizmo has never been meatier. Airplanes, aliens, bathroom walls, and stripping women suggest only the most vulgar outlines of his oeuvre, and merely hint of a larger hors d'oeuvre, a man-oeuvre of telling proportions like spiced baked hams crowding in against salads of harlequin design, while pastry pigs and turkeys twitch and bewitch a dark gold savory river on its course to a place where none infantilize comme une lune truquée. Take that step forward and peer over the edge into the abyss of stars and wonder, yeah, wonder where you were when the real commanders issued forth the fruits that lesser women would covet like sparkles on a demo cover version two shoe cabaret. And then ask yourself. When?

Yours from the low side,
Jimmy Bannon

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