sleuthing the beast hymned boatlungsonlawnzooduke

in college i knew an older professor
who was a master of the fetish
of the boat, or the wall skiff,
boat construction being in part
like a meadow made from a hominid's body
stretching between darwin and moses
on a foggy morning
i was feeding the pigeons
in someone's abstract display mask assemblage
the flow of traffic was visibly diverting
around my presence until the arrival
of 14 plastic revolutionary heralds
the enneads of 'drug composition':

a: kommoa
sea: nahvwombvahtrop
eax: achyuchielnalubrutree
gweef: narrenduwhale
if: whetpax
killirrinkinklu: ahuyuflentuxuntuggure
munoopquarst: fuzzurnstoopun
ojokyune: yubjibubpudfuglidfump
queriyune: culldraw
stexi: kulyimhod-ro
ultrimphipanth: glosstradiantupped
weiueiuld: runb
yerd: desaspernubbed

in a tree i knew the boat would watch me
on my way

and i a thin transparent gelatinous monkey demon
would stare hard at the future
sleuthing the beast
like a fang in a hole


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