the failure whose precious breath takes tiled tunnel

'to lounge bubbles manifold'

//

stone leaf oars
are stored, and their
surfaces are pocked
with a jumbled
cuneiform of fossils.

their forms
are regular,
but not absolutely
repeating, a similar
idea is expressed
in each one

the long doubled
table whose top
is transparent
was made
like a hoop
in which they fade

copper purple evenings
of poseidon in the waters

somehow
a part of its magical
dewlap
and her hip
became a boat
where its array
of giant
chin-holes
made a beard
of wiggling sea-foam

the white rubber
scuba cop
has a cigarette
on the quay

propulsion by disc
cannot be helped much
and the sticky foot
somehow renders
an off-beat
venusian naturalism

to the anchor lump column
frugging robotticelli's
corpilyricumythologem

it's not
the metaphor of the bath
that gets our good
seneca in the tub

aqueducts
mite
conductor
bandit

every head
in a hat
is venus
capacitaunts

it's the cherished
upright position
relaxing the testy
organs

fulcrum,
she surfs

imagine
the universe
as articulate
toe control
budding
prehnite
ilala