Frogs Can Tell

Originally printed in Spinal Jaundice #11 – 1990

As in a glaciered pod from which they’re to suggest glimmering gnoses, and arrive at a crystalline counterpoint. Whereas Volga Kezat and Theron snubbed toxoplasmosis. Word had it that young Owen was truant for soccer. Upon this, committees were to faction on groups Sorcerer and Discipline. Hey stranger, probably better not to fiddle with Gretta. Probably wouldn’t monkey with her youngens’ neither. Yonder’s Gramps…he’s liable to fasten you to that pole over there with that whittlin’ old timer. Sardines not withstanding Strickland Rickets. Within the wrangle of bustle lay filmstrips from gutpaste and eelbowel. Partner, you best tie down that ferret you got ‘fore them Eskimos get equivocal. Seen it done to Rusty over there, took a week to pry the damn puppies from his noggin’. Jarvie telecasted Lubbock’s chickweed and Noah’s jerkwater against Georgianne’s thrift hour and world of Gilligan. Before the wall of elapse arrived Evelyn mimicked lemmings. Aoudads pranced through Carter’s land of bug accidents. The faucet of tile crickets is nice aside from the cask of wasp sauce and corn squirrels. Collier says you better brace yourself for that bronc’, else he’s geared to yank your featherbone clear to Goddard trail and back. Brandy’s regimen called for a grover apparatus while Doc and Rollo revved Grandpa Tweedles. You ought to skedaddle with that bran flask. Heck, he’s been able to konk you with the aidin’ of Hank or his nephew or that hack pick. Youth slain in bizarre kicking ritual. Hey out-o’-towner, shucks, that there’s nothing but one of them sand critters. ‘Fraid we got ourselves all worked up now didn’t we! Heh! Gridded vision flying way above the city, dropping sap and red acetate. Well I see Viv didn’t have any problem with her acupuncture after all. Why should you get preferential deals? For one, I fed the dang zebras. Vinnie and Samone picked the weeds. Pruitt and Fisher bore the floral tote and Beth napped within cotton. So you see, the tricky part is not within the kettle or the idiom, fact is the cellist is bananas. Brice! Where’re you headed with that jug of nuggets? The residual granite detective prodded Eve’s craniologist with cork and briquettes. The puzzled couple paused from reading, looked at their laps and thought…Say, Kenny hasn’t gone to the carnival since that foam man flew away. The thought ailed them. Son, I reckon you can take that fuzzy ol’ monkey down to the stream by yourself. Go on, I mighty figure. You’re lookin’ like Dustin punched the puddin’ out o’ you! Yessir you do. A pearl green film over the skyline turns the shore there into a faded fog land. You’re an apparition too, but as always convalescence wears on. Elephants add to the landscape. As you once stared at a stranger’s verges as a vanguard, the miniscule, smooth-skinned amphibians kept busy muttering bitter and faint quirks amongst a thousand miles of meadows. For below this lies innumerable exoteric fathoms of pebbles. Primary liquid beings rise here. So many of them that ultimately they settle and form ponds. Invisible plastic men sleep here. In such droves that they appear to be historically marred apostles. Now, perhaps you’d awaken to the fact that you’re post-archaic and little worthier than a string or an idioplasm. Some of you on the left quadrant verge the pre-futuristics of Leighton or Greeley or Neptune. To them, that is.

By this time Merle Tipton falsified the platypus citing utter mediocrity. Over the counter leapt the sad sack attendant, spouting enflamed garble and blithering monstrosity. That of a forb or stony concretion. I’m ‘onna smash you mister! You and that ornery hummer! I’d russle up your tot out of the hog bath. All this because of a darkened room filmstrip. It turns out the gastropods discovered the qualia beneath the saline reef. It was here that smoke jacks hurled knotgrass through the smaze. The merganser was bumptious. Why the transparent aquatic figures likened the saucy mire escaped Pauline. Then she smudged. Were they emitting propulsion, or simply a cloying stem of surfeit? The dejections riddled Flint. He could smudge her, but her delegates were oblique. Thus he doddered through the frigidity. Very early on very cold mornings one could view the lime green creatures underneath the vaporous alga. This presence constricted the cold to a vaunty base of harbor and boil. Through the mist of leaping amphibians. And as if a rotor, the acetate man, locked in a perpetual aerial loop, circularly floats…invisible. Every five years on April ninth, the little boy strays to the cliff and catches a vague glimpse of the transparent personage. Every morning, the riddling fog proceedings of the polypoids carry on.