Thursday, August 20, 2009

Mind Crumbled To a Dust of Octopi

whyme nala emla
for la is memla mu

each stair in its helixed case
is balloon

the sailors, those broads
in their nerf dream skins

they have highly compressed
libraries of white aqua leather
in the thin area between their skin

some older shaggy octopi live in there
reading books and looking out
the odd port holes

a singing octopi captain
doesn't know he's in a broad's skin

he says emla
and means the wall of color

sometimes he gets an eyefull
in the shower

i can imagine the whole world
is a very shy head

with a zipper
for a face

through a zipper hole
an obsidian beak
is ringed and encircled by geishas
with lanterns

whymeu nalam emlalma
for lamu is amemlal murfeo

green geisha
riding octopi hair
in the skin of a broad

1 comment:

  1. Sometimes I imagine the world a giant snooker ball snooded in zippers through which Dahl-bird bills, festooned with necklaces of Coors can tabs, protrude, cooing.

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