STUBBLED FORGERY

I rose and read

and rose and read

and in reading

have a reason

a reasonless storage

where potential yolks

up a shell:

]"DO ODD"[

it is call

camel man

twice camel

an inexplicable camel id

not nosferatu but

quasimodo's

second world

(then nod for est)

where the rows of bells

as filled with warming waters

are set up as pews

rack wood

fire groom

sweaty william take ticket

the altar

as an organ, boastful, banged on, and crooked

and useful (absolutely)

as supplanted by a grill

goats roasting

while the music bellows on
by pastness ear or cubbling bludgeon'd

or naked 'folk types'

acting profanely perfect
desperately crooning and plawmping

in their hot tub bells

devil's claw

in iron

the gentless ankletz
no towell for crawl down

and quasimodo

half shaded by the bodies

of white mehari

was not bred

No Hunchback

Is born a Quasimodo

And no Camel

Is born a Mehari

Skinny peddlers

and fat titty housemaids

could care less

in the deep and sonorous

warmth

There is a spy

about to be stabbed

by a drunken cobbler
a stiletto in the eye

The Goddamn Tapestry's On Fire!