Post-Apocalyptic Sea Bandito.

Far out at sea, an iceberg floats silently through
its ancient stone gate, triggering a series of
enormous claws and whirring circular cutters.

A whirlpool forms in the absent foyer, and the ice blocks
are sucked down one by one looking beneathe much
like a long hyphenated hair curlicuing the darkness.

Chulo stands in his buckskins chewing a cigar

FOD BASED PUMMI

den a glass page rises thru the waves
den a thousand glass pages

then the smooth whale-skin cigar rises
to hover above Chulo

A man with a thousand mile long needle
and a honey-gargling forehead crucible

its boat
like a face submerged
to the eyes

it uses the eye holes
for propulsion

the glass pages
hide the whale-skin cigar

the giant smooth cyclopian whale cigar
cannot be seen

Chulo // having visited the berg chewer.
having bagged up memrods for maidflore.

Chulo stands in his buckskins chewing a cigar.