we want wilder

we’re hungry and waiting

for the bashful lemon pie layers

from our bashfully favorite deus

already discussing cryology

a solution with a twist

you’re responsible

the fire cannot be reversed

it’s free or freeze now

what good is candycane lime

when I can’t chew my way

into the sublime

what good is creamed corn crime

when I can’t bite my way

through the divine

when river m pulled back the steeds

know the man by his deeds and his belly-button

I realized that some simply are not there any more

in spite of being everywhere

that leaves me short of an autograph

a minute multiplied with forever

boy was I hungry then

but not half as hungry as now

my left and my right index fingers

discussing the suficient reverb amount

my teeth arguing with the tongue

my left eye pulsing and solo cursing

my head imagining 12 cm x 12 cm canvases

painted by painters from the land of WEN

on the porches of the houses from the town of ISIT

on the windows of the shops from the city of DEW

oscar was wild but alan is wilder

we want wilder

we want the news

we want the new

and we want it now

2010