TO HYDE ARGON AND HELIUM PARK

Muskoxen and lemmings
cherry bombs and roman candles
in the arms of spiral galaxies
the bricks and ivy of the ruined church twilight
ivory blossoms tipped with brown body of women

our sex is so deplorable that it is our duty to break the government
the blues of a sky shades of grey technologists
dark foliage greens, dark tones; same way the loom follows its weaving
gamblers, pollsters and atoms from these skylights their power reversed,
a small aperture and large f-number very solar in clotheslines,

numerals for numbers; designs in the studio where gentle breezes
are converted to depth depth depth of field, letters for unknown numbers;
the buckshot patterns on royal road to geometry
that astronaut mathematics should carry crackers
their organs of sense and perception throughout the universe, however different
the springboard for a pinhead dry in a few short hours.