mastadon spider head vehicle
as zen monk
i see you trapped and bellowing
or driving, perhaps
in hovering tarpit-amoeba-cellphone
i sweep the perimeter of being
with tentacle broom beermug condom opera
and ignore your song
which many plants
record clandestinely
for pinecone ringtone
and for ceramic saddle bonnets
whose monkey riders
are absent
oh mastadon spider head vehicle
you peer like an islamic woman
from the tarpit of communication's
movement
you are the howdy doody
no one recognized
in the subway to hell
or alewife station
you are the dimmer switch
of los analages
where klein geodicy
koons a violent language
of faux arks, a noisy
noah of nous meant
to take
mastadons unto istanbul
for their heads to be fitted
with double headed eagles
for their ears to be hung with
censors
we see large elephant mouths
saying civrieux, service,
survision, survirus
lanterns float in the breeze
while under
mastadon heads roar
from tarpit spider's heads
our head
is like a breast of flies
a catacomb
of milk-distended eyes
fuff uff
ufuff
scarterio obolondobondo
as a zen monk
riding a mastadon
through oily spiders
and their human thorax heads
paper
will favor
paper
will forever
inscription
newt purses
