Stove

Bitter mango, I see you wandering
among the rinds
of ship's hulls, I see you,
orange-fleshed ~
as Raymond Lull,

I see you yodeling out
perfectly jellied hyperglyphs
which turn out to be

tubes of macaronic industry
and then
and then

the whirlwind concrete extruder
gets mispelled

the hex turd
may in fact rely
on crystalline microwave guides
which struct (to pomme)
stretch or pulse (to uguladi)

a bitter mango
discovers a geode
to be the combinatorial
thrust

a more complex thing
has a head

through which
chains saunter

"mirrored banjo"
"moon"
"Lima"