Basilisque Saundry

[1986, Cannes, Sylvester Stallone, Libya]


its fleep is carousel, its teed the elastic neck
become a ruminant architecture

the thinking attached by a foam
no less beautiful
where trifles in banks
just keep sinking into bliss-like
hogans of spinning emerald flanges

long flexible antennae exit in arcs
from shoulder furnitures
the carousel elevators
rise toward
the place of fountains
in the sky

in the sky stair fountain place
the spinning emerald antennae
touch my shoulders

they sneak furniture
onto me while I sleep

my left jaw
is emerald

my right jaw
a shoulder
sky stair
fountain

therein
goes the long woolen history
the thin miasmic image
of its wing

its wings
are connected along the banister
buzz
and touch my face
the cold smooth nipple
of its foaming
hand
stair

inside the ball
the sea of eggs
now legacy central feeding
time

the roper
teem

mud tent lung fish
ornate emerald projectiles
we collected

for the soft hanging
fabric shelves
of your shoulder horns
to~
inse toward basilesque hollow
the low flat rooms
bear windows
at their extreme edges