Barf Candles Are Burning My Bangs

curly cannisters are extruded from the pores in its lips
upon which ships are painted lovingly
like brides in veils
hung with the jewelry
of raw-boned sailors

curly cannisters penetrate the sea
their trilobyte eye nozzles like
swivel-headed r2d2 shark's heads
attempting to roto-interface
with the omphalos
of image
with a capital eye

doric: three lonely sailors stand gazing
as if this Tripoli

as if this rising Libyan massif
were coliseum'd
in seemly golems

a hush is gushing
from the rift valley

a sitar is awakening in steaming volcanic meadow

Sinbad shows his tattoo

and written in galactic ink
as if from a wasp not hidden inside
a transparent gelatin gorilla

The gothic word
is sinnbild

the irony
is an allegory

all is iron gore

metal heart city
whose white ash slave center
is pity and pitilessness
locked in carnal embrace

like a razor
and its chin

kung fu
will go mad
in the riverbed

a Kung Fu
that has become
Chief Kickapoo

in freakish octopus gloves
racing to roomonced
among the churly carnisters