The whole carpet of earth
torn up, units of light dissolved
into cold, warrior deprived
by a world without mission

riding the ferris wheel with drunk
abandon in his buttocks, searching
treetops and machines for the popcorn heart,
anime mouth ecstatic that burps and winks the sun
pouring sweet spit on the drum skin
open fields of tar mouthing plumes
of pink whistling smoke blowgun swamp
forest stripped and steaming
chipped stalks interrupting peak time
rooms ache to feedback walls in silver flower
drooled inkwell of desk erection dream
strobed cliffs melt an archway
fallen hands of time follow the green

light through: salt water licking
silently otherside of a force field
fold-up chairs on fire slanted forward
the empty throne of heaven reflecting
gartered legs spread down behind the descending
threshold, low golden inter dimensional bed
where the poor make love between
a phantom savior's series of soft clefts,
fanged butterfly lips, take my blue, my mountain
memory into your narrowed vastness.