Nudity in 18th Century Hungary

Here are no Jeremy Bentham Panopticons, none of Mr. Owen's impassable parallelograms... 
from William Hazlitt's _On the Pleasure of Hating_.


on a wildly whipping
chartreuse pepper leaf
2 spotted yellow ladybugs mate
as the storm cell wind approaches

like a vast ghost ship
whose prow is pushing  foam
the grey blue cauliflower brain wave
effects the tidal gravity of our local
emptiness

suddenly I think of Baudelaire hybridized
with Abraham Lincoln wearing a fascist armband
with 2 spotted yellow ladybugs mating
an opium den full of liberated negresses
bald transsexual chinese eunics
playing ringtoss or prongtoss
with frisbee catholic wig rings

honeydew their ladybug aspirations
of form , brevity, informe'd content
their wax pipes
shoof wahloo

gold toothed
a Hungarian with a dirty pigtail
hides sleeping in a pressed ear
of pecan leaves

all the bewildered horses
on a wildly whipping
chartreuse pepper tree

then an observatory
like a black stove pipe hat
with a balcony on top
for a 360 degree view
of the weather

Abraham Baudelaire says:
all thought is fascism
and all material structure a fascism
over the wild form of thought
over the wild form of matter
only the blind waters
are free from determination, its slave
but still feel
nothing
everything
the cascading
torment
with polka-dots
and sticky feet
coeur en sabot

so if you see a nude Hungarian woman
of the 18th century being copulated
on a wildly whipping chartreuse pepper
leaf by a pigtail of transcendent water

not only reject it
but embrace it
or you are a fascist

you fascist ladybug pigtail!

-Titianus faciebat