Saturday, October 9, 2010

The Green Knight.

i think a foo lion
has gas
in the grass
and pfft
his ass
is military ceramic

how come thee into this town?
how come thee, Chang Lang
down from vast pine barrens
into this wine drum
of vaguely orderly bum things
stroking petty chains
among burning tiers
of oddly named blossom?

Stewenralph, didst thou escalate?
o'ercome with vibrating beak prosthesis
to swim in lavender waters?

This garden is abruptly tilting
and reaching out into space
and I the gardener
have gone madly green
and my arms shoot vines
and tendrils and things

I'm like a plant monster
you may have seen that
before in a magazine
on an airplane.