Sunday, July 2, 2017


in all of the best
mornings the chiourmes
churn the bagno
the yellow flag of the cannons
set high in garden
where the footpath wends
these wondrous prisoners
down among the exquisite
perils of the prodigal monster
the jaggedy formulas
of the ray of cages

moon meteor head excrement
meteor head moon excrement

a sloth of hyacinths
has grown large
around the aureole
of the dead dry dotty boat
and in the morning before the dawn
it lifts its lantern head
to open its neck crevasse diorama
and there
wild grass phantoms
in baggy pants
loosen their propinquities (manus capitur)
which escape
are emancipated
leaping off
into the hooch of the unguent