Ectoplasm
White night oozing through interstices,
white night lavished on dust bowls, lobster pots.
White night, black heat, tempered with sweet air.
Deployed over black ivy sprouting from loamy
soil, closets dream of being chimneys.
Panda Girl dances entranced, satellited by spirits
crimson as white roses. She chainsmokes snailtrails
and flicks them out the window into the rain,
where jackknives affix Harold Lloyd to a crucifix
of dessicated kraken bones, to a train track
spiralling out of Van Gogh's ear. Leather-jacketed
daemon, he reconnoiters his own pate,
discovers a streetpool biopsied from a sea.
On the ferryboat to Nowhere, seraphim see
a herd of coins rolling across the murky welkin;
in a Texas-toast-paged book illuminated
with aquamarine zombies, black roses snooze
in the gloaming. I foresee a wombat-wing'd
tomahawk shattering the Ming nightjar brimming
with shadow, a blaze geysering from a vortex
in the blue eelgrass, laving us. We embark
on the river of nescience, float like redtailed kites.
Choral Shears
One oboe unknows phantom wolves in these elevators,
alights on the fezes of quisling jackdaws,
sprawls over the cockroach rodeo,
makes hypodermic newels hinterlandic.
Along the drift I galloped,
ghosting greenhouses and graveyards,
and onto this rookery where infrahuman eyes
spelunk sublime igloos, alchemical darkrooms,
and doomed catacombs.
Causeway of my malefic wheelchair,
fuckup's catwalk of my transfiguration...
the blowtorch hallucinates the peepholes of the beautiful mask;
in a brain electric on the clogged terrace
float vast smooth snapdragons, bivouacs, and bats.
A secret drawbridge and a sacred drainpipe bewitch the scape.
We awake and wander, jigsawing the fog.
--Here we will skindive for swastikas, for ailerons and airbricks,
for dazzling skullcaps and skylights.
(Aqualung and clutch of clouds will creep
through more delicate and phosphorescent arabesques,
to moor me to my kebabs in the wayward earwigs.)
--And plunge ourselves in, scorched by the daydream bazaar
and rustling ikons, to skirmish with the beachcombing siroccos...
One oboe sprawls over the cockroach rodeo.
