wasting strong tea

yohoba muto
the forked stick replicates
in a blurred curve
the fluted bridge emblem
is snaky
with woodpecker tongues
each green banana
towards a word
its mind then
chin horn tail
is our truth
mutant tooth
y urrre ew (apurtmants peaking)
decorating the clandestine
air yayoi yurew?

muto
the limbs astonish
as the little miracle pulls itself up
out of the stain
and tho the sounds do not connect
for you
the chain exists in something like
there is a bright dog
inside the hurtling caterpillar
its ears flow out in waves
from the mite-damaged
krater wholes

this silver water
is the parade
of your everlasting
listening