| Clouds Clinging To Us 'N' The Sun Looking Right Through Us |
| The Magic Band as seen by Don Van Vliet. Paintings and poems from the CD reissue of Spotlight Kid / Clear Spot |
| Rockette Morton |
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The head catatonic from the roller rink... rank 'n' rambunctious are employed in this pleasant pussy... his crabby whiskers above his feet in glass house sleepers... drinks yellow milk from cocker-spaniel still life number paintings... just another nose in this fine leather coat cat howling on green gravel tar paper... the whole world is his walk. |
| Ed Marimba |
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Marlin's trot yacht's wave... billiard's cue white polas... night ribs day... sacroiliacs jab heaven's chuckling back... relax armadillo xylophone in zodiac 'n' back... marimba's back... Ed Marimba's back. |
| Winged Eel Fingerling |
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No B.O. for this boy... it's like a winged eel fingerling crawling thru lime jello... it's like a chrome black eyebrow rolled out real long... a paper brow magnifying glass fried brown, edge scorched, yoked like a squeak from a speaker behing forhead of the time, licorice schtick open tube of valuable JuJuBees. |
| Zoot Horn Rollo |
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A triangle fed on a wool table and the velvet home of seven closets chewed zees... mended 'n' moved junk 'n' caught fur combs over hair caravans... carnivals klans 'n' cracked a clay crimped horn on calico cloister. |
