What if after the ultrasound I took a noodle vein and wrapped it around the round turning thing on the edgwick sinspter mobile and then took that noodle wein and spun it through the wiring where the needle goes up and down up and down so so so fast it goes it bounces and it whiiirs like a little engire engine as the fparetns foot goes down and up down and up the foot stool controls the spaghettic string oops I meant noodle but that’s the noodle there is only one so that the noole goes from the spinster to the orooof he just barked and then he did a little fart like that bee I used to think about mr pinkerton h=and how his bee wings went so quickly it only took a slow motion capturing cameria to get a glimpe of one second of the mr pinkerton looked out over the sea of waes and the fresh hives he had wanted to taste that fresh honey bunces of oats. No just honey real spun honey that reminds me of a storry said that caterpeller dressed up in a caterpeller suit. I’m thinking of a man with a mustache and bifocals that has a mustache and the lens that goes from his eye to his ear, this bifocle hass a toune aoh no wait I want it to be, I ai magically take the wand in my lef t and right hands oh no fingers I mean because the fingers are the ones that type and we go back to that man with the mustache and round brown eyes with the oracle from an ayeeye to an ear where there is a fleshy hearing aid that one has to adjust with a tiny little earglass screwdriver – the ones that are so baby cute you just want to eat them. That makes me think about how if a small corn on the cob were to mate twith the ring a ling the eyeglasses would not be there a baby ? I thiknk so what would the baby be but a little chicklet that comes in a plastic abox. You know whats funny I thnink about foood so much a strawberry a kiwi a lemon a n orange but can I thnkk abou something else? Yes, the first thing that comes to mind is a little squirrel with a befriend that carries a small acashiew in his satchel . he sings a little toon that tune that goes something like, when my cashiew was a little baby nut, it did not taste so cut. It had to grow it had to grow so that the ut left lost its leaves and dropped the leaves to the starch floor wood. And then when the ahsiew surbibed the fallDont we all! Yes survive the fall! And hand in hand they went no looking back some natural tears they wept but wiped them soon and then said, I want to go back to the little garden. I m not goinna let that little demon angel kcik me out of my homeW this is our palenstine. You gae us a gift, jesus. Why did you want to tkake aay a good thing. Someone sometwhere is holding up the wriknkled fitty fist and thaking an index finger to indacate a motion of disapproval. And to that I say. You , I can with you certainly sympathize. I can understand that but once there were two pictures that had a crow and a cock with orchids and the like with bits of chiken snaps. But on the speaker wen about this and that about theravenous merceez beans that had been falling from the sky in april there was a dry spring… and april for sure is definitely NOT the crueles t month. In fact, I rather like april. It kind of got a little glow going on and the owls and the larks are twitterpated and su h so that the branches of sycamore trees are smiling and the painted gold yellow pink and lightitsh bluoooo hare all smiling from here to Nebraska which is a place Ib’ve never ben but when I sthink about Nebraska in the winter I think about a country place like with snow and ide and rouds and a brown wooden farmhouse with a porta potty that is definitely not attached to the house. The pillars, the pillars they are leaning the wrong way. I’ll fix that. Take the tape measurere son tand hold it up to the pillar at a nintely degreee anle so that the piller stands at a perfect ninetly u degree angle at the sound of thw whistle
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