(the boy with the blue hat under the wailing-tree
finds himself in a wasp world maddeningly abuzz
swirls of dental fricatives hold him electrically crucified
shimmering above the plain
he has therefore no meaning and must withdraw quickly
for into such confusion we sashay like vampires
stopping camp upon the half stair half turned insistent
that this is the music such children made
of what the night
Bela Belial undone teaching the unboy to enunciate peripheral
phonemes of the edges of the mythos grosso I wanted
to hack my way through dream conquistadores
drift upon high the philosopher's tone
the alkahest)
all of it out of reach drowned in articles
in dense green capillary the delta swoon
silver guitar amazon pirarucu sucking in prey
it has teeth everywhere grinding teeth
it has no language
the trees now deep in black water it waits
in the roots always wakeful
the thing
black as water lapping
waiting always
any real poem should come up close
breathe hard in your face
threaten
to murder your family
after that it's as if a boat was cut loose
by drunken strangers at midnight
crashing in your dreams
tomorrow and
.
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