its GTO has a mohawk
of soft jelly brain coral extruders
its lawn chairs
a debauch of ivory toiling in high wind
a lad's emblem
prepared for a disfigured god
we go in this side
where the little umbrella parlor
weeps its sturdy tiles
canary
and fizzy water
tinkling
then on the other side
is this odd car
and we're climbing that
beanstalk again
made of squishy braincoral
is the giant's whole body
a hot weird engine
we're forced to eat
while luminous tadpole brain seed shoots
hover and watch us
i'd like to love the sprout
and the spring
but everytime i see it
my horns go soft
like elephant trunks
in discovery or discourse
this flightless bird
is palping the ground
for engines
this GTO is suddenly delicious
in its patchwork multicolored
brain-hominy
whose empty sockets
might take
to fluorescent gap
little brain teeth
to furniture
