AWAKENED FROM THE SLEEP OF REASON

I wandered like a cantalope

rolling through the mossy fur

of a three-toed sloth.

Inside these strange facades

I found the appetite

for elegant petunias

and somberly danced with the cardboard image

of giraffes in flight.

It was a nightmare sewn together

from the scraps of your elevated slippers

which adorned the feet of a calamitous hippopotamus.

He smoothly removed

the whitened moles

from the bottle caps

of this elevated train car.

When all this ceased to amaze,

I leapt into our first-hand carriage

and laughed like a leopard

with multiple heads

developing those systems of chaos and love.

It was here that the potpourri

of science

overthrew its own calumniated discipline

and danced upon razor blades

to the hot horns of a hellish debacle.

We never wondered why

this should not be,

but rather spilled the wine

in ravenous drips

down the elephantine caverns

of flowery, anal throats.