Gibberish 2

A plastic bag glistens with epoxy on the branch of a sap. The roof will live happy ever after in the open air market place if walking canes all stop snapping at road signs. Her cosmic failure was to look through the mirror to the other side. The mind eats pieces of the universe like a child gorges on cucumber slices. Falling all around us are flakes of a Greek breakfast. Jay Gatsby and Benjamin Braddock threw a pool party, guess who body surfed? Relatively speaking, the guitars spin on their axes until bridges scream and hands munch on their own faces. Looking forward through the backs of my eyes, I see her dancing with the moon's wildly flailing arms before the sun explodes with red anger. Her mother is her doppelganger, her father faded into the Doppler Effect a long time ago. The liquid metal of my mercury lungs feels like quicksilver and tadpoles. She vibrates the crystal lattice of my heart. The street peddler sells acid trips for a penny and a glance. Red lighthouses on black backgrounds tend to ejaculate photons into chalk. Orange spoon like mango hot shoes/24 males magenta come lapping for balloons/Toward completely must we go/Palpable must we tomorrow. I scribble smoke, I write fire. An uppity robot receives glares of hate from behind as it strolls on Broadway. The difference is that the cup is finite. Doogs is dead. Puddles always dream on a silver screen. Non-deviant pornography. Phone booths. Wrist band. Mice. Sight. Sweat. Creativity. Chewing Gum. Coffee. Slim Jims.