Funny Shit poem from GR 94-116

[Joseph Tracy]

FUNNY SHIT
The secret cameraman is watching as 
 the blond enters the picture 
but his camera cannot detect any change in her face
 that moment when the oven door opens

   not after Osbies banana crotch stunt 
  nor after pirate fondles his other scripto-magic decoder revealing crotch pistol
but a little later
not too long  after pirate handles his heavy crotchet pistol
 
 yes, then, right then when we zoom in on
Osbie’s amanita smoke supply
 fresh and warm from the oven  whose bliss zero teeth yellow in her memories 
memories blacker than the shit where the big bananas grow 
memories black as the face and curses of the Swarzcommando 
but the camera, neither then , nor later can catch  the change in the shadows
when
Katje catches  shared memories of Van Der Groov the killer  and
sweet savior of the dodoes armed and comforted  with  a similar crotchet, 
which is the same one really
  but with mere cameras Katje cannot be caught
whose shadows remain impenetrable
now reassigned to white visitation re ass signed to Slothrop 
  Slothrop whose own port holes  are also  re ass signed
Porthos
the man with the map to the future
 the map to the man with the iron mask
the once and future  porcine
 king of futures fine and toilet style
whose own teeth bite down on Quoad’s candy
 
alkaloid desolation
adenoid 
paranoid
meloid
annoyed
Jeez it must be pure nitric acid
nitro glycerine medicine
railroad extermination
tongue a holocaust

Did somebody make him up
make all this shit up
what was God smoking that day
That master chemist on the rooftop
 
Do the rockets from the crotchets fall on his house?
is this shit supposed to be funny?

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