alackeys, pumice stone, dappled light from windowpanes, alooming and aleaping.
pirates abroad and the vibrant ships abrace the wave like pineapple punch.
pierce the filmic ray, sharks and honeydew pales before shocks of gold.
I tell you, the moon adrift in empty space,
miracles occur, pawnshops and fax machines, idiot lawns or puerile misadventure.
here is a truly illfated wind, furnaces, disgraced and derided in swaziland, erecting monuments to heuristic bandicoots, ablaze in borrowed glory.
puce, the tincture of saintish fleece, tingling at the edge of vision, melting into a light which tingles
gurle like
minty blown meaning- i’m wavering, changing colour blinded and binded
can it be?
a toucan, a blessed bird of parafin?
ancestor spirit with a borrowed robe of feathers?
sin here, for now we ferry forage feast fain and forego
idiotproof and forged of gossamer, farrago of heartbeats, barracuda of famished slavegirls
indigo and sapphire, tourniquet of jewels, blundered into pillars and postboxes, pushed off cliffs like pushed off cliffs
to soar
oh soar
oh soar
far too glorious like a massive bird of prey, a seal held in its beak, growl.