GOES WHITE ACROSS THE SKY
A BURN AS COLD AS THE HIGH WHISTLE ON THE
BRIDGE OF OF THE NUCLEAR ICE BREAKERS...
(IN BLUE PARASOL FOR A
WEEK)
shangrilafestooned w/gaily painted carrion
(fuschiafaschia) in greenmoonmilk EYE lived
{ please milk me slow, Jes Grew}
in a stalagmite, a drunken soup of imprisoning
charms, crude and mammoth spermatozoa of
technological hydra>sustained by alien
enema...seminal shadows pouring like humming
blue mud from platonic eye-socket sepulchres...
paraded my sleeping body before their gathered
eyes like a gasping asp, and laid me in a tureen,
laid me down into that horror of pop-stars, that
rough trough of red and black tromp l'oeil slugs.
My father is a rocket centipede
my mother a lilypad for landing
Sweet Anarchy