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for Ed Ruscha

Open, still a phat dazzle on a’a and pahoehoe.
Breaking news: nature’s frazzle on a’a and pahoehoe.

Saguaro’s shot. Redwood’s cut to size. Araucaria’s
whorl stays still. Monkey’s puzzle on a’a and pahoehoe.

Too hot, too dry, too wet. Itchy, increasingly tetchy,
is mankind menopausal on a’a and pahoehoe?

We strip the earth for parts, then back at chop shop skull session
ask: what’s left to embezzle on a’a and pahoehoe?

With no one to screw and no one to whip except ourselves,
we’re stuck with a stiff pizzle on a’a and pahoehoe.

Freightways, Yellow, MS Carriers. Ryder, J.B. Hunt,
Swift. Smell the fetching diesel on a’a and pahoehoe.

Care to disambiguate the trend? I can drink to that.
Let’s toast tonight’s carousal on a’a and pahoehoe.

Viscacha and vicuña conference-in hummingbirds. If
we’d listen, there’s wise counsel on a’a and pahoehoe.

Death’s Head bats vector and pinball between grand organ pipes.
Night blossoms in the drizzle on a’a and pahoehoe.

Leave any information at the signal. Hey Breskin,
there’s time for one last ghazal on a’a and pahoehoe.

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