And from under the leopardskin beret..

As if "I"

were the congenital ruddy faced

English General

by GOD IT'S CHILLY IN HEAH

as if its skeleton were made of ice

or conversely

that all of earth

were some kind of sock

for the disembodied-embodied

chilly foot as it were

as it werre

as it twirls

ass not :remember radio

lobes

lobes

lobes

brain

ear ass

and radio

invisible lithops

imagine the hovering

paper thin layers of jade armor

surrounding the dragon poem's

sacred organs

organs like congealed sound

whose thoughts

like visible patterns on the surface

enact a medusan sirenical fascination

things half of one thing

and 40 of another

furred trees

whose foetus fruits blink

revealing icons smoothly rearranging

on nictitating view screen lidules

the ruddy faced General's voice

out of a beatnik's head

and from under a leopardskin beret

"Poppycock!"