Finally! we might pass the while entertaining
our time-creeping heart murmurs. The pork
dark flesh fills the drained reservoir
of the university. From department
to department there is no clean water
glub-lubbing inside. Belly hums or silly
Army-man signals, melted green plastic,
their secret whispers of each other’s destruction:
Fire fire rings fire, until it is all fire illuminating fire
before erasing faces. Goat threatens goat,
high-up munching the bonenight’s collar,
and from the hills, yak lovers cooing blood
hammers popping rivets from blue jeans.
Give dreadful, give rupture, note to preparation:
the country cooks throw in crow to make
for them a randy stew. The clocks are dolls
and drowsy but proud of their numbers;
their hands still go slowly round and round;
over-lusty BUNNYS the Aardvarks play
dice and complain. Cripples come tardy
to the front limping in such hobbled perfection
I feel an ugly tedium in my body squirming
inside an inmate lighting up a tower of witches.
Broomstruck and running up the staircase
and flying out of every belfry, tearing it up,
wild and thatched. The night has gone down.
So many Evol ghosts, but are they not just
afterimages from roasting the optic nerve? O now,
who dares behold The Submarine Kaptain
under this ruined sea. Walking from deck to deck,
from periscope to torpedo tube, he pulls up
his wooly socks; a dread army has surrounded
the craft; one jet of color in the white weary
all-watched night. Kaptain watches over the bears
as they turn to chalk and pluck out his good looks,
hair by hair. A largess sun eye, that gives sight
to everyone, coils and flies brawling ridiculous,
shooting maggots out of the mock meat. It punches
the moon out cold. The valves close incompletely,
the blood rolls back. The name of the Airport?!
Let me see it. The wrong way! Let me say it!
And so we must split this wild scene, unworthy
of this place, in all its pity and fancified defilement.