I dream of encounters
skin touching skin
a fly’s breath and reverie
revelry
subtle wine drunk from the lips
of one who draws me
into her own magic
I have dreamed of dances
naked hilltop leaps toward the stars
gibbering songs of exquisite joy
daring escapades of love and chaos
We howl our fire out into the night
and the stars grow brighter.
*
Someday an armadillo
may crawl through the windmills
of vast oceans of sperm
Then there will be green fountains
spurting through the warm breasts
of a vampire dog
whose grandmother
sped like a horse shoe
through the doors of my own
little fart.
*
While werewolves roamed
the fields of despair
a little man
with a crab for a head
snapped off the nose
of a corporate shill
The resounding effects
of this mermaid-like orgasm
are still found wandering
through the deserts of New Hampshire
where fish have begun to eat pasta
and my grandmother to suck twat.
*
Are the eyeballs of situationists
so round that they fit between
the gears of a historical moment
that rode in on a half polluted marmoset
and shouted out the challenge of a pelican
against the dull façade
of a grey dawn?
*
If I flipped you on your back
amid the flaming dreams of swordfish
dancing for a swift albatross
would you see the vital signs
of a florid coral unicorn
that swept away the flowers
of a rattle snake in heat
whose mother danced a tango
naked with the concubines
of a solemn polar bear?
*
There are dreams that dance
through great disasters
hidden in the wings
of a fruit bat
They wander over crescents
that tattoo the feathers
of a yellow-bellied coot
And they feast upon
the drainage pipes
that twist into the sculptor
of an island made of coconuts
and fur.
*
Remember the gypsy albatross
whose fiddle was made from
the thin hair of a titmouse
and strung with the wings of
a rabid dog
From its mouse-shaped body
he caressed the most feral melodies
dancing apple trees
that coupled with the dusty desert wind
and fell like an old tomato
on the lawn.
*
There were dreams in my suitcase
when I came into your town
There were ocelots and rare snakes
made from strange perfumes
that I had gathered from the wildflowers
of a tropical Siberia
These treasures were my labor
and my play
And yet this did not stop you
from declaring them a menace
and demanding that I turn them into
tokens for your subway
that carries only rancid milk
and the suffering sheep
that you have fleeced
But my dreams have exploded
into tigers of wrath
and dragons spitting poison
through the nightmares
of your wretched
public safety.
*
Poetic endeavors flash like lightning
across the midnight sky
or swing through treetops
like a gibbon in heat
seeking a fruit made of teardrops
While a million stars flicker
in their deranged eyes
a thousand dancing girls
swirl into the abyss
singing aleatory arias
of solitude and dreams
This is the sign we’ve been waiting for
the reason to run through the markets
laughing like great apes.
*
In the stark light
of a burning cop car
my faint silhouette
takes the form of an icicle
hanging in fine resolution
from the nose of a drunken
orangutang
The fine cold fire
of my passion
seethes like a dagger burning
in the heart of a politician.
*
It was the theft of the spiraling dancer
who leapt with chimpanzees through jungles of snow
that led me to howl with the dolphin’s strange glee
as I grasped unhinged legs
that scampered with antelope fury
through the head of a pagan leaf-muncher.
*
I race like a chipmunk
through saturnalian dreams
devouring black pineapples
in the screaming heart of a hurricane.
I gathered the afternoon daisy crop
and pressed it between telescopes
that focused on a galaxy
deliriously dancing
as my mother played trombone
in my bathtub.
*
I run like a peacock
over rabid plains
where the howls of icicles
pierce the starry sky.
Here I have seen eyes
with kaleidoscopic fangs
that chew the hearts
out of dinosaur eggs.
Where myths explode
such monsters have their dance
and howling laughter pierces through the winds.
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