Aboo Inky Aboo

chicken of the genus
venus of the mood
he brought the magnificent bulls
faultless kids
and resided nude to the mud
where the harem of pale fleece donkeys
turned its keys into tiger poems of piebald grains
and all of it covered by a storm
they called a hurricane
jade chicken bones twisting in place
feathered in clouds
and demolished like a mountain

who knows its thin green body
that its spouse was an assembly
filling the canals
the grass of mourning
is smooth with hush
and our thin green bodies
thin and pressed into days
slide over silent contours
standing erect
balanced on crescent scythes
of flashing and transparent panic
we bend our knees
we are nude in the mud again
for venus of the mood

chicken of the genus
blood of the good
white water rapids
the hovering brood
he brought magnificent velociraptors
before the grass-covered throne
where the boiling and venerable
nude mud venus sagged smiling

step out of your mud house and husband
sweet jade hurrican skeleton-venus
come see the thin blue bodies of the raptors
i have brought before you
wrapped or rolled in piebald grains
pickled tunics of stinky silver
these mournings stand erect
and make noises with their hoodoo gumbs
and just as we slide over the mourning grass
on our dawn rutting scythes
these symbols breathe both ways
their songs are full but hollow
and demolished like a mountain
they rise up
dumb only knot
to the abstract

cure or curse by snake emblem
cryptobranchidae
all dogs of mud in heaven must breathe
they are chariots lush with rushing beetles

they are green grass chickens of the cheek
festooned with dancing mantises
whose animated tangles reckon every delicacy

now gorgons of the fold if you have read this far
take out your quill pens from your earholes
and become as a city stripped of oars
nothing is higher than your round
and extra-spicy lumah

intelligence is a strange and fragmentary line
in the history of the universe
but you will never know that
(oars and oars and oars)

inundated and become a broodmother
a grass of crying in the trustworthy tumult
its game is folded and smooth upon the buttocks
all life is a sacrifice / chicken of the genus
aboo inky of the boo / the red stone head
could be of any animal supported by a flowering


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