Pyrites Slowly Downy

And they would go down into the town
in a carriage shaped like a jug
and the carriage pulled by pugs
was a cavern of night's perfumery

lady
lady
from in its burnt sugar tricorne
from inside its Bermuda triangle
1716
the driftwood made an image
the drifting bodies
of Jamaica

lady
lady
my old gun is near the hearth
and the peccary is sleeping
a thing
lady
a thing on the wall
like a picture shows a leg

we're all trapped in here
making music like eels
making music like the volcano of lace
the dinner gamblers
moving such solid airs
the totally high born

heels
they give onto such jobs
lady
lady
i hear them crying tuckered shoots
on Alder-piles like a black gnat
each heart organ enters our
Rialto

alkermes soaks our bee's wax masks
and we crush our smiles
for hale and vial

pearl lined chambers
caste each confection a self