Hamlet's Mill

what undulating terrazzo
conceals your mystic sink
is it a gourd form?
is it a blink?
is your odalisque a mink?
or the photo of a mountain
from which you drink?
spigots may pass easily
through photos or mirrors
produced in a variety of manners

plants may rush forward
to hide the nozzle
but the plate-lipped terrazzo sustains
a tiny garden of lithop brains
lithop mandala burning bright
i see your luminous cloven hooves
raised up from vermiculite
succulent corals whose
soap-like wines run skinny
with hands
whose spigot is this
tucked like venus in a clam?
conserve water!
claims every lithop
in its brain

the water is in pan
the good water is in pan
its backward folding leg stools
fit no mere mortal plan
but instead produce
an exquisite furnishing
of cosmographic oddments

so that around the pocculent portholes
there are caperberries living on the wall
and wild free-standing mistletow and~
terrazzo! terrazzo! all down the hall
so that even the roundiest stairs
must be terrazzo and in pairs
and the bannister
a carved stone snake
fits nicely in your hand
and resumes its saunter
on down to the divan
which is in fact a languid caravan
of cushions held by svelte berceaus
terrazzo! terrazzo!
and on and non it goes!


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