Move to me here now, where the sofa stores meet the sea,
And we will descend, sensually swirling, mistically, via wine poem
To the ghostly tracks of David Lynch's scenes Shot-enhauer shot shot
Shot-enhauer's real sexy hot -- "The Fatal Sure" Lynch-Honey Naomi
Watts re-making of Mulholland Dr. Josef Mengele? "'Here it is, take it.': 
BANG!"
That line should have been in the office scene I just now read, but very few
See what I do, and nobody could know I'm in your shower, Alfred ii. I think
Better, wet; prefer wine to blood (or worse). Oh, I almost forgot: Eddie was
Betting at the track, using his own blood this afternoon; he was on a date
With "The German Girl". They won a tanker full of the rare stuff. Red Gold,
Baby! And lately, gibt es viele L.A.E.R. shots -- that Hollywood corn
Syrup spikes up the value, see? So they made out, I can tell you. With
Apologies to my pal, Bill Burroughs' as southern insular community kid says:
"Spiking with a heavy German Ac-cint!"  

I had the Denny's guy's dream, kind of, but in mine I reach inside you to
Find the magic DOS of eternity -- amused by us all through a powerful lens:
Vagina. You and I were crying tears of milk, Darla, while the music swelled
Real poignant - like. In tonight's feature dream I star in a movie called "They
Paved Hitler’s Brain" -- another David Lynch knock-off, but what can one do?
I'm a union man -- I don't cotton to platel(et_[ss]) plagarism, even in those LAX
Dreams -- I will give myself this mulch credit as Poemauteurtraumer, I do not
Allow myself to dream of Betty or Diane or Rita or Camille; I'm a professional!
Albeit, Sal from Simple's Karaoke Bar in Burbank told me directly, quite stern
Of face: "One must either dream -- or find themself a nice little asylum in which
To scream." It's all ach-in' to the justice system in a small "town" in extreme
Western North Carolina. A County Clerk's "hid good" town.

In front of Ford’s Theater, this afternoon, at a hamburger stand near the track,
The beach nut gum trees cool the two's blood winnings tanker trailer, so gently. Eddie says, in a rare lucid moment, "It’s too bad I’m moving more and more to
The North each day, on a freight so slow, with no eyes for sofa stores. It's all
About blood money, now, German Girl: seas-of-it!"

As in the come-on HollyCarn[ai]Val Love Story: "Night descends on Los Angeles.
"Millions of lights down below twinkle like stars." --David Lynch
"Motel - Motel - Motel, broken neon arabesque. [more at: Nazi, sorry Bill.]
"Have you ever scene the rubes (Plötzlich Benutzer Nacht geöffnet Klieg Lights)
Take a [screenplay] apart, after they've wised up?" --William S. Burroughs
FADE TO CEDITS: "For Ezra Pound,
il miglior fabbro."
"Eliot's poem is prefaced by a quote from the 1st century A.D. Satyricon of
Petronius In Greek and Latin." And in Dave's Canal they would love you
To read It, for three reasons ["not specified here"]. PSA advisory-master Bill B.,
Read him instead. And stay the bloody hell out of "Hollywood's" theaters:
The showers.

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