Mask nested with vapors,
pouring out of purity's breakage
in high walls that stood on the mind
scales of fury, long strands of volume in eyes
magic carpet over the vacuum
pissing.

Snails flow on the neck
of the deflowered statue.
Spears of fence head shopping bag
around the galaxy bulbs
an original kink in the fabric
that keeps grabbing and grabbing
for the laughter of descendants
and the thrill of the banquet
in heart and belly
dissolving all holds on her swerve

planned and unplanned totalities of love and the spread of
phallus-headed unicorns
re-selling a holy gait vaguely toward
the future, where kisses hiss shut into the air
and trains go backward in the carelessness
your gloved march left undone,
sons of it's gleaming
less of the taint with your error,
criminal souls, impartial as crows
discussing nature, narrow tongues
god-wide minds pointedly hot
taking part in the madness of the passing hours,
neglecting the path of forgetfulness
stolid in numbers trapped
volcanoes in thought built up

will reap able and treacherously beneficent children,
the multi-path'd with full hooves split on sky
happily tucked like a pie
sled on the museum you opened in my head
by landing on me.