Tuesday, January 10, 2017

O Bright Candela

a rainbow iguana walks into a bar
and it begins to rain
bright bleak red devils tend infinite lawns
and celebrate the end of summer
by raising chalices of wide air
to the tips of black cones
whose basis is everywhere
no wares

now air
rising up through the chromatic bliss
of iguana lung
circulates through the bar
around the barstools
up the stairs
and into the sea
for infinite android clones
of Sigmund Freud
on behalf
of simple symbolism

the mexico
of logic