It’s cutting into me on its bareback with talons lifted
like a bespectacled carapaceous witch doctor of Rimini
beautifying an adolescent tubbed in entrails of blue cement
rattling his bells and fox tails and teeth in hydrogen peroxide
under a velour hammock swinging to the bubbles of traffic
of silver striated poppy seeds, milky buses ending in screams
their pods! and a hot wind boring into the cellars of sentiment
which is no more than the animal world, isn’t it architectural?
panting its appreciation. You are too late, you are violent,
everyone will know how the man furrows his wet beak,
my nerves will get to the air, and more involved in themselves
than an acanthus issue a somewhat sluggish declaration of wah-wah.
They’re calling up the drums to find out if my mask has
buffeted sacks of Congo grass to hide my soul. Great bones
of my knees lifting me hillward! who are you?
O loud timber leg of ore listening to the abutting hoots
and the compensatory descriptions of tin in the banks!
The flour and the fuel of white drill presses is ending!
envelops the corvette which is riddling the farming pillow
diving upon the mustang whose whiskers thump their master,
O great soulful scandal in the courtyard of clairvoyance!
O comatose lips of charcoal going down on the horizon!
the barrages are zooming over the pretty flotillas and bandannas.
Doubtful vendors of stick-seats in the doorway of the furnace,
O doubtful verifiers of the quality of cerise-streaked pus
lying luminously obliterated and sure on a circus salary,
knell of the appealing Wednesday rallying against vices,
knell of sobbing fairies retenting their nut farms and moors,
your fenestrations are full of snow!
O coupling of strangers in the longings of grease!
Evoi!
Dropping warriors champing at their derailed perils
down to the main stream of the never engulfed fund of mares,
tough, serious, consummated, tough, serious, pardoned,
pain willfully enfranchising the foreskin and new wizardry
and puking a little into the jar, pulsating as new ambergris,
do you tender the bounty which has availed itself of your pride?