Quadriptych

A crabby cabbie's cosmology.
A will's selfless sandles. Oh, sandy!
Cancerous as kissing the blarney
stone of Debbie or Dirty Harry.

Smalltalking pythons
lisping second-wave Dylan albums.
Which David Lynch union made Pynchon
set theory’s lynchpin?

To the shelter, pamphleteers
with your inner ears in arrears!
Bruno Frank doesn’t give a dear
damn for Frank Bruno's tears.

Space is central.
Libido is in neutral.
It’s the only way politics are fruitful.
That, and thinking death pupal.