WHO HAS LAUGHED

Who has laughed

so bitingly

with daggers spewing

from their mouth?

And who has howled

at winking moons

while blowing kisses

to the wind?

I met a lover

made of

sweetly poison hurricanes

who danced across

my bleeding flesh

with such relentless

tenderness.

She is the one who laughs, the one who howls.

*

Strange nightmares gallop

over seething

indigo breasts

A finger circles slowly

round an ogre’s

gleaming tower

And still the thieves are

rolling through

the ocean of a

liquid treasure

that seeps into

the filed fangs

of a savage newsboy’s

precious basket

lunch.

*

In a theater in Bombay

I saw a naked tigress

dancing

Her four arms were

weaving unicorns

as veils for horned Egyptians

Her feet tapped out

a rhythm

that curved and swooped

and soared

while the flickering of her lustful tongue

danced circles round

my rod.

*

An awkward presence

fills the skies

with jaguars

Their merry dancing

paints gold stripes

upon the silver arches

of the moon

A skull made out of ambergris

plucks a plaid guitar

made out of mangoes

and green ocelots.

And from this grows a jungle

where the leaves drip buttered tulips

and sweet wine.

*

Utopia dances out between

the planets like a butterfly

whose purple wings

are fanning a grey bear.

The bear leaps through

a hoop of flame

to find the proud

ferocity

that simmers

in the summer’s

savage soup

And a walnut bears

a picture

of the curving, arching smile

that dreams the jaguars’ gesture

toward utopia.

*

Consider the crystalline possibilities

fluid and sparkling

in the flickering light

that reflects from a butterfly’s wings.

It is the sparkle that flows

in a poison infusing

the unrepentant mind

with visions of a scintillating

jaguar’s scream,

the translucent gyroscope

of coitus.

*

Sister, drink

from where the dream lies

inebriated on the sexual crimes

of mollusks

My love screams from a radiant shell

whose puking tail rides swiftly

up your leg.

*

September was the time

when bluebirds danced upon a tower

of broken raindrops

and a honey-covered oak tree

swam from Cincinnati

to the flying edge

of midnight

while a muffled cat

spewed out a song

of buffaloes and

nights of snarling

love.

*

Imbedded termites gnaw away

at the vapid dreams of pale consumers,

patriots of a lifeless desert

where the withered carcasses

of petty freedoms

find dull ditches

where they can decay

into fine grains of dust.

Salute! For this is America!

*

Where do the octopi

suckle their young?

In a forest of feathers

replete with the music of moths?

In a crystalline cavern

where butterflies dance

with the lobsters of dawn

on a mountain of mansions

collapsed in the fire

of a marigold’s heart?

I’ve searched all the oceans

of crimson-blue sand,

and still I do not know…

*

The effects of the night

on an anthropoid lip

is the fertile engagement

of dancing piranhas

The multiform eyes

that embraced me in Venice

reached out for the mind

of a spider web’s dream

where the mad sons of bluebirds

were riding a cobweb

through jungles of feelers

and insectoid schemes.

*

Where is the point

in the meter of truth

that flushes out libelous antelopes

from the lavender bushes

of teenage termites

who dance with a golden-voiced frog?

I’ve searched for these treasures

in avalanche farms

where the eels of misfortune

turn circles around

coconut pudding

and the crème-cycle melts

in my pants.

*

Pasted birds were flying

toward a cream-covered tower

made of glass and bumblebees.

The fragile pastry of your love

was painted

with the golden apples

of my pain.

I danced between the fissures

of a cracking toe

from the foot of a carry-on crow

and I wandered off toward Lebanon

to meet a painted ape.

*

Vibrant charisma reverberates

through a forest of serpentine lice

Within the hands of a hominid clock

a raisin made love to a zebra’s niece.

Her name was Matilda

and her cunt was an oversized porcupine

ready to rifle the pudding of dawn

to release the butterscotch rays.

*

Let’s go dancing

as I feared

in a smothering haze

of hemophiliac termites.

From such a stream of logic

inevitably a giraffe

is sure to grow

And with it come

the calm, sharp steps

of an octopus waltzing

in the midst of a tornado

made of fire and golden ice.

*

Cantankerous waltz of the morning,

subdue the arthropod arms

that rise to suppress the sparkling lust

of a diamond-studded orangutang.

She swings through turgid trees

sprinkling menstrual blood

among the orchards of the howling beasts

of Endor’s howling witch.