Wednesday, January 11, 2017

false fleece

in the underground government of sam
i am the frail molecular bonds
the sweet kissing between bodies
as the sound is passed along
we forget how soft this ermine flows
being theater people
caught up in the war of fleshes

the lute
is played by the fox
while the moon slips silently
between the strings

a weird beast helps you
to find a weird thing
for a weird king

but though treachery ensues
all the universe
spins on the head
of a pin

(and always trapped by a weird thing)


their fins are lined
with luminous mushroom gills
books in which the weird beast
eats its children
so that they may live again
in the miracle stomach

where media and mirth
are one
and none
it's false fleece

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