under the mask

poulticed in adam's clay,

a porous slab-offering -
always~sutured umbilical & rib

(& eve is the rib

& able the scab

as cain the scar

(& eve is forever the rib

& chesting heart),

we bear this mud to face it. 

w/ hackles & vigor

bristled goose pimps

arise in pluraled infantries:

"over the top, boys- for god

& sweetsacred country."

& this is how able

men-in-arms die young~

w/ hackles &
vigor brimming.

ode to a neighborhood gas-powered scooter operator

hey asswipe,

get a bike.

solemn eerily

in lumens elongate

midst winds uneasy & 

fronds in high places-

dislodge yard scarred in fists of palm

as mad dove coos relentless

& solemn eerily lit's

this late in day.

spf godblock

acolytes of the sun once

 chosen ones of Ra 

now daughters of topical cancerous lesions

what have you done

to save your skin

we brachiate

                            cocksure and fancy

                                                           free we swing arboreal 

& boughing.                         we brachiate-

                                                      -to no place

& everywhere

                          in particular         jungles~

(when canopy         is second sky

  (where we are closer

                                                             (to our gods 

                                                                      (in heavens

eros of erosion

by mortar & pestle

we gristle to the grindstone -
& what it is          is          what it wasn't.

so the eros of erosion:

convex & concave

sweet is the just bit

when the fruit of consequence

hangs heavy on the vine,

pluck up your pluck, dear -

 & shine to polish rubbed against your cotton.

for always sweet is the just bit,

& first-incisor tongues to molar
(as is natch.

 heretofore an irish peach,
a palm of red delicious - 

but never yet a ripened lubsk queen of porcelain skin,
harvested
& sequined on the chin.

fists of root

when the ghost

is in the guesthouse 

& the visitor of excess

transes mirth to bacchus~

the revelers who worship spirit

answer their own dark prayers

& not the demon rumble 

nor a rebel cry of 'sic'

shall flap this chimney crow

when just as well

is just well pretended

& succulents uproot the stone-toad

& squirrels nibblegnaw upon the skull

-then is when the fists of root

rise clenched in common cause

why don't we do it in the past

why don't we do it 

in the past?

no one will be 

watching us why? don't 

we do it in the pas-

-t

kosher nights

stainhooved & 

prescient i clopmark nocturnal

in hallways of dream

 splain-foot~

i find my hunger open & w i d e

traversed to mind's eye

travel tips

rebellion stymies gametes 

& unfixed eunuchs nomad no mas 

tender to the graft-

shunt not splint &

 tender to the graft-

~oh
sing an arc
dynastic for one's
rindtint squeaks of juicing
& w/ what is
abuzz-in-hum

 besot in dirge-seed futures.
mother, i

sought pulp mixolydian

when pentaton forsook

discriminate w/ idyll

sordid & suscpect to flora

land-scaper

reign raze designs

of stem & of node

cossack yr vinca major

denuding oak of iving vine

pan-violate

&

discriminate w/ idyll

hands of a butcher

insect of the los angeles basin

skim yellow waspling you

mulching dirt bride

striping the hunt

thorax & barb

parasitic-tock-
tic's beyond almanac

when hope decrees ordinance

braveproud deadman was

allglory epithet worth

widowed son

& has longended short-tooth

rebirthed the patriarch

when hope decrees

ordinance - even death

breaks voice

thrum of blood

horses horses

always horses

& once again: decrepit

spirit-ghost
of  Spider Web Forest

ravages me with prophetic visions

freakishly laughing

laughing

 dreams of terrible power

& there you are with 

blackened teeth & 

ridiculous eye-brow horns

i am not vincible

you are not satiable

horses 

horses 

always horses

and running

Spider Web Castle
is ours; yet Spider
Web Forest is not

done with me

& you will see the seas incarnadine 

& i will see murdered my best-friend

horses

& then i will be shot at

always am i shot at

by comically apocalyptic abundance

of choreographed arrow-volleys

and there is laughter from the forest
which frightens the
horses

& do not let this sequence ever be forgot

for Spider Web Castle was real

& once truly stood where this is read

duck sans flock

duck sans flock

quacks

unplastered alice

unplastered alice licked

postage stamps

pasty-tonguedly
culling them to alba

not all swallows

 as the dusking sun

spits slender

shards upon the lawn,

we tender bird-

song into inkmark

& pen-stroke to dog-bark

not all swallows 

will see summer

vulcan dog-collar

metallurged & fitted i am

well-nigh trammeled by

silver grasp & measured gripping

-bound to at last-

infantity

infant transposes infinite

wide-eyed at the void

twixt a
cheek & jowl

hold fast & release
a thumb

with awful

-ly tiny hands

of pylons &

another detour road cone

road cone road

postings hued unmapping

valence & trajec

no turning left

oracular signage

in-direction & in-decision

of pylons &

shapes in-scribed