Style balls |
Fat goes behind the toilet
With the style balls
And things get big
Like a fine chowder, you know?
Or an invisible one
This is all just a bearded electrical baby (and it's gold)...
Posted by Slanted Baby on Mon, 21 May 2007 12:10:00 PST |
Importanto |
Hey "Eggshell Ribs"
First dibs on a donkey's mind.
Posted by Slanted Baby on Mon, 14 May 2007 11:00:00 PST |
Solid gold cobwebs |
Up there baby
Where you can't dig it (or change it)
It's gonna wig out, pig out
It's gonna save you (money)
I'm talking about solid gold cobwebs
What did you think?
Did you follow a slug trail?
Did it...
Posted by Slanted Baby on Wed, 02 May 2007 03:20:00 PST |
She's Hot Dog Mountain |
With 10 foot poles & bell holes
She's outside with a diamond mind
She's thinking sheppard's pie
But the sorghum plant makes her cry
Like a hurricane filled with money
Like an old flea ...
Posted by Slanted Baby on Tue, 10 Apr 2007 10:56:00 PST |
Catch no ball |
Flank steak memories
Hot on a smoke-filled shockwave of red knowledge
The deadheads (the dead hedge)
Don't add up
But don't it look good...
In a restricted airspace fantasy?
And you'll catch no b...
Posted by Slanted Baby on Sat, 24 Mar 2007 09:46:00 PST |
Bit |
Golden fanny pack of blues
Filled with life (for the wife)
But never enough for the maker (of my car)
Did you see it?
Posted by Slanted Baby on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 11:00:00 PST |
Beelines |
We made beelines
For anything
How about that?
We would hear birds ringing registers & cashing out
We would see custodial furlines folded up & chewed on
And always a little bit more
That was be...
Posted by Slanted Baby on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 02:43:00 PST |
Waxing gibbous |
Please make room for bells of wax
And sales tax
Shooting out of a fizzing bottle of Bob.
Make an excuse quickly out of rubber
Out of noodles
Did you?
Out of cobwebs?
Go tell it to the mountain....
Posted by Slanted Baby on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 10:26:00 PST |
(...) |
The man at the lung of a moon
Call him "Canary Bones"
And don't.
When he tries to snap you up...
With one leg in Texas
Feel it and he is fried.
...
Posted by Slanted Baby on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 10:43:00 PST |
Hollow blog |
Paradox of red hot bubbles
Too many to bother
But one steps forward
And fires a shot from the gun of time
That's fine.
Posted by Slanted Baby on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 11:36:00 PST |
