Disco Brand Caverns Presents

Black velvet square
of crushed gallium arsenide
you are a small park
beside the grinding vortex
coarse
sparse
Eumenides
wheeling pregnant
in the fulgurous caverns

i imagine the small dark hound
ubiquitous tousik, tubbed mondial
that stares toward the pulsing
rhythmic windows
of the tornado

i imagine Gina
symmetric solar opening
whose afterlife could gimme
and whose floating
wot-el-jimmy and suspended
in pink gelatin medium to be
tended by yordling dwarves
in lavender latex gloves
and vinyl jerkins
splattered with eggy oils