Friday, June 10, 2011

Where Did the Rhino Go?

Hail the sky blue Rhino! Hail!

Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!
Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail! Hail!

Wandering Jew, Ulysses, Ishmael, Ahab, Bohemeth,
Ancient Mariner, and Don Quixote, Melmoth
but not a witch in the bunch?

From the navel of all things, a witch sets them running,
and they chooch and chooch until the moochings done,

and there beside moss dappled ruins is the thing hid,
the omphalos bucket boiling, and then being skimmed,
piles of weird skins sit smoking
in the nameless night meadow.

Gorgeous, the beast exeults, quivering, all asweat,
tingling, erocere.

tiny horns of green fire project out like erect nipples from the pupils
of the eyes, the actual nipples below

deeply transformed
into hyperjelly

their texture like a dimension to itself
wet, pliable, transfixing

all thought
the beatitude
of the beaming waters

the puncta
of suck: