Pooky Pebbles

fond dew, glass chicken
will take the coffee down
take the brown frown's gown
and hang it on the peg head kid
whose snake-jowled bride payment
carves the wooden lantern

legless woman,
your prosthetic lantern thighs
warm my text

stick coal
in cotton sacks
stick tiny sticky
satans and santas
together in a fist

my big castle, Corpus psaloides
is an afro, a gleentrow, of mistletoe
and lecherous Victorian bird people

revealing the amber child skeletons
of words
as they gobble down
the iridescent soap beans

psalteriontic

while sponge things
growing on their backs

emit such radical

symphanic porfumes