A Beautiful Man Hands You a Delicious Apple, But his Cloak is Full of Toads and Rats.

There was once a chairman
of the International Sculpture Center
named Robert Duncan.

In the evenings, when the emerald
lemur-bats returned from the turntables
of polenta,

Ninkasi B-complex.

Thoroughly flowing with thin
breatish avatars, old Deleuze
would milk the bottle
for chimera parts, always
suprised

when someone he knew well
might pop up
as it were, "in the third."

We see Viva' sass, and
we see the landscape,
and in the place where dark violet lemur bats
cling to the beard of Zeus

which is itself
reconfigured
as something like
Michael Rees'

Putto8
used as a cat furniture.

You could imagine a lot of language
is a scorpion's body
used as a furniture
for a cat's head
shimmering with
egalitarian doll parts.