Skin Breeze Spaghetti Western

rich chocolate carnation
N looks at P
who takes from S

lava cops:

When the Giants
come down out of their wigs,
and when the red window
briefly shows

a mask of chocolate carnations..

Camus. Comus. Comets.

...

If we are singing
like castrati
in our watermelon armor..

If delicate Flemish women
with flesh like babies
tug our beards
as we swim among the whirlpools
choked with lilies..

Prose's peril?

Illumination can be synthetic,
redirected, It
can be a series of candles
placed into an orrery
whose author

is wiser than pain,
is looser than, the, "apparently"

elemental narcissism
of Pyrrhic vaticry,

a long fail glow
where the glory
is an enormous mask
which is a window

through which
a masked ball is
scene.