green world

oh the pill--oh the whiteness in the throat--
of the ferns lewdly green wiggling,
insane backyards & soft ribby hinges
in guts that stayed fleshy still
all through the war in a huckster's wail
bottom of the night
feet reading brail
on a moving wheel

tossed throatwar back & forth
between 2 moons
in a swingsetted backyard