A Practice Known as Churning

I went to the city some days to learn my master's pleasure & laid fort at the farthest place where hedges are highest & terror of the obvious is a rosary of similitude Did you see some of the nudging? How did you feel about the nudging? Boats by water and wagons by land in active assistance in perpetuating fraudulent froth & hence with haste I've seen their mulchy tongues suck up every animate aim sweeping excess into piles the reserves and neocons administrators and representatives the preachers and deputies and yahoos and spodies In the evenings they come down from their operational sectors to kiss the children what terror is in them to keep the sugar boiling to restrain the wanderings as fragile and fictitious Did you see the tent on a stick? Did you see the architecture of gathering? I go to the city some days to gather what's left of scrubgrass There in the alley we converse Idris his love of fresh skim Ted his disdain for women their lack of banking Terrence and Will their concern for purity of pussy power precedes them sap-drenched & parceled across the land I go to the city some days I receive a letter Dear Comrades don't get it twisted never lick the hand that lashes you use beef when you run out of oakum