[TWO TAILS]
O lay down
in this soom of penthium
grass the long grass snake meadow
sun heads are spinning ions through
celibate equations soom of sun feathered
numbers your face is a bed we nymphs
spoon about your nosepillow grind
dolphin snake hats in our hips
on your eyebrows cast flaming
dice down into bubbling baby
mouths like lanterns
having fits fizzy
willful lanterns
you pull off
our taffy
armed
musics
you
fill our
tongues with
butterfly cattles
in your silk masked
harem of slick white hares
we polish the endless branching
icons of your solemn joke religion's
good natured material your herm-menoras
cross with laughter and spigot nails, your
golems of teasy twisty nymphs all of us nitwits
neat tweats taint us with witless yet overflowering
pentheus descends on skull stairs
into diamond graphs
a hook comes
from the side of the stage
giant bronze sewing pencils
replace your herculean mouth parts
and with a base tone that vibrates
the teeth from our head your monster
turtle ship descends proclaiming for all
that in sleep silk dentistry remains
on mazes of hovering pillow worlds
Arthur Conan Doyle
is now a Science Fiction Orientalist
living
tableau ready
renaissance impressions
of bolting
light hyphens
going anywhere you choose
hyenas sunning
where acacia blends
the hero air pieces
willfull fizzy lanterns
pour from the grass snake bed face
flusterms salamantic
fluxbepedalled
here I go mucking
in vikshuk, cream whimsicles entail
a black pearl panther antler relay
the cornerless dull lead cube
with arms to reach for reason's
shoulders, our switch
snapped cleanly
I stare at you
purple popcorn Ceanothusian
and baby bumblebees attend
your heavy perfumed kernals
a ship could be made of you
like a cloud gathering mermaids
in low-slung wetslicksweet hammocks
sung randomly like the sands
of an old Montgolfier
rising sliding
the river the flowers
those purple inflatable
monarch mermaid knights
in the upper part of the spike [bear]
lanceolate, two-valved, those
two-seeded siliques.
[TWO TAILS]
Sunday, May 9, 2010
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