transformer
o song i depend
for my cracks
in soul dunking edges
end over end
a failed tank
of crisp flutes / a stank
in close habitable blush
of soot repeating
was it / a gall of tears
my beef soup lovely
in an endocrine gala
a gondola of empty hands
strolling in cheery blaze
murmuring
of tepid banks
don't make me
all haunches bare
above a flensed neighbour
basking in soot
above the treadles
of his mind
a spare song o motherland
grenade in puce
and lonely eye
above the peppered burrow
a heart-beast chomping
chopping under sweat
askance on gamine sewer
& rocking its tock
tock tock of teeth
poking all absolutes
in pimply flanks
and fiscal
bedside raptures
old turnip face
sinking in the Volga
swishing tra la
my little eggs about
rollicking for the vagrant
leastwise time of yr life
& smacking of tunes
in gum thoughts & cellars
I think I am
all spade-burst vision
in a violet fist commingling
with this equitable revolution
totemic river of
the million lice
amen for that
amen amen
for spittle and for carpets
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