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KUNGA GARMA
Jalapenos are good to eat
Antelope has slanted eyes
There comes a rocket
Alice is magnificent
She's courageous
Fun-fair
Jalapenos seem to be good
In the midst of your surroundings
Biting
Hot
Tongue subjugator
Throat warmer
Alligatorial bite
Crocodillian nastiness
Oh Jalapeno
Montezuma's revenge
Lips of rectum may suffer from too much jalapeno
The next day.
A peacock has feathers
A tortoise has a shell
David Rome has a mustache
Gem business
How ironical the whole thing
The Star of David shines
In the midst of Mermelstein parental warmth
Action speaks louder than word.
Jade rock resides majestically
With a silk scarf of misty cloud wrapped around its neck,
Overhung by haunted pine trees
Pretending they are old hags
Welcoming guests who appreciate the view.
Acting as sages,
Wise frogs leap about in the atmosphere of humid rainy misty dim stove
burning with an inner glow
While the ethnic mothers cook their porridge
With rustic smile.
Turtles walk slowly but surely in the midst of dimples of footprints
Which turn into puddles.
Tibetan sad-happy flute plays in the distance
While the roaring engines of jets resound overhead.
In the grove of maple trees
Where the bees cannot exist
Primrose, sagebrush, tamarisk hedges are growing magnificently,
Utterly competing with arrogant pampas grass shoots.
Who cares?
How cares?--
In the midst of jalapeno dumpling
Bitten by Alice's white teeth,
Which are lubricated with feminine saliva
And gentle touch.
The swelling of her femininity,
Acting as fabulous flexible rock,
Could be swayed by wind as if a tree.
No one has seen a dancing rock,
Powerful tree,
Punctuated by occasional freckles
On her old-aged motherly face
Which still remains magnificently youthful as a teenager.
Cuckoos and cockroaches speak different languages,
As Alice does.
Kung fu masters are subjugated by the beauty of Holiday Inn
In its magnificent funky service.
America has grown old
But still is getting younger,
Thanks to the presidential resignation of Nixon's scream
And hush hush that goes with it.
Another Star of David is jalapeno.
In midst of donkey's dung pussy cat is killed
Because of its Ginsberg resentment
To the Rockefellerian manipulation.
Arabs produce good coffee
With a dash of oil in it--
But nobody is comparable to the Alice in Wonderland's Jalapeno
trip.
Glory be to the would-be last monarch,
Prince Charles,
Who has no idea of jalapeno
Or our Alice.
March 1975
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