a set of small twigs dancing on the surface of a slug

bruising elixirs

common lobes

if we fête external

gristle mandala wheels

simultaneous

succubus compartments

adjacent single entry of

psyclopean nostril oracle

for baking fumes composed

of hovering loaves of many colors

chromatischismic loaves could make

a staircase in the 'in the rain'

just like brains (raining brains)

baked in transparent

perfume bottle engines

joined to mirrored 

jellyfish lovers

by their loving

ladderlike

tendril nerves

dangling these murky 

wavering and frondlike books

as leaves upon which

sample summonings accrue

in wordless orreries

of convalescing structures

the punctums the reveries

of once punctum

but no more

the slim flower-faced frogs

or mudlungfishclipperships

of saffron gelatin poems

squeeze out

of the succubus pores

to build their crooked

precarious cities

of wiggling froth

which from a distance

look like loaves

of brains

in the rains

of bruised elixirs