A GLAND FOR LUBRICATING THE GULF'S GENERATOR

Few men ever experience the outside edge of the sudden muteness
lovely, deep telescopic domestic water
with a film over the eye with a lobster on a leash;
thrown out to a machined recess around the entrances to the house,
recycled by inanimate land, legs cold; breasts swollen
fearful of being captured with rueful, humoristic precision,
with a darkened face waving dolls
and back through a mind with electric sensation

around this island heart warriors form once again,
arise from faulty cleft on the center, stand out
against the cool iron grille at the corner of slaughter

their mouthpieces are perfect fine-honed contempt
that only a poor young girl walks over
ornaments of animals in the cosmic winter
graphic tongue made with visible light.
High-arched, V-shaped silken nests that they defend
all get close together inside,
long, silky eyelashes produce clicking sounds
when drug and youth gangs pulse close to this point
grooves must be gorillas at them, absorbing fogs come in
and slip over its global paths and wanderings

a broomstick will become spinach, eggplant,
the tip of the thrust of the tongue to push
across hundreds of light-years, crease is found
as it is unfolded and its song disappeared
drawing body from the crank with your head to the south vinegars
used in the upper part gaze across these cosmic clouds
hanging himself in the powerful anterior allows
smoking or the playing of radios, for

from the airborne part
within the ring of its music the bird was alive,
it sluggishly opened atoms in blue.