May Joie Drizzle unto Gray
by, Street Penny
If it is, it oughtn't to be omitted.
'My wife, she's a belle' cannot be mistaken for 'My wife, she's Isabelle'
for an 'is' sound would be concealed.
If it is, it mustn't be omitted.
In the house of ideas, therefore, the rooftop is a damper.
The rooftop could mean no one shall know of.
Mother Brain a cobweb of mythics and punchlines and reasonthreads fabricking
'roadtreads,' the experience from inward-living,
like living toward a place in lieu of leaving,
a 'living toward B' which means connecting A to a B, you to your insides, but
dying to the opposite way, the outside-going, as in 'o-B-to-A-ry.'
In the brain of Doctor Child there was electricity absorbed in his Will's Triumph, as in
'He bears a copper sponge in his showers, his showerhead in a short-circuit,
the water gains brightly vim and tempoed jerk-- like Tango -- but he, he don't die,
--like vigour from withstanding temptation.'
And when a multitude of propanes surged from his kitchen,
the rooftop flew away in a fading manner as an 'echo bird off a soundproof cage;'
there was a rain of sketches in his town:
brilliance was cast as a light grenade in a world of shellshock.
