I want aggressive steeples and dilated apples.
Travel me there, golden burro in a blurry hat.
A narthex of litigious bugs follows me instead.
Someone cradles my head from far off with long,
Long arms. I’ve devoted my life to pisciculture,
Finally. Piston of me goes bludgeoning. But I like
Everything! This and that door says, Life Is Hard,
But my steps through the garden are gigantic!
Sunflowers are ripe with the seed of ancestral lions!
My seven uneducated dragons are bitter regarding
Their fortunes, and can you blame them! My hair
Is loops of live tigers resuscitating! Each pinprick
Reveals a new eye in my splendid skin, marvelous
Pie bringing out the Fungoid. Failure like nervous
Houses lathers me over. Trees of disappointment—
Urgent, pharmaceutical, farming the patriarchy
—Mop up the lather. It’s true, this lollipop future,
Just as my unshackled head galumphs eloquent
As wine, working for its keep in the haystacks
(Haystacks, I see you, you spiritual virgins).
Latinate logic stews in my plum. Lines crisscross
The world, a child running with bright yarn.
Thunder is my keeper. I’m in the porchlight
With the muskrat, who steps into the circle of time
With no clothes on, no candle to touch the sea.