Let the poet’s forearm and hologram
On a bridge of inkstone
And these forehead practices
On samo rites and samo then
The syruping of laughter
And forests of forests
That is my rouge beserkings
And a belles lettres of the mind
Recompense for the licked agave
And emerald dope in the capillaries
Treatise of a salt berry
Roaring in the violin like
As pagan embryos encircle us
This vow of the treacle
And its umbrage for humankind
A lottery of distateful things
And soon the breakbeat’s heart
In a blessinghood of realizations
The wondrous alley echoes me
And I swim through the autobahn
A locust of black and white
Devestating whale hymns
And the sovereignty of a worm
That kingdom of deer headsz
Blinking abstrusely
Almost evergreen on the Way
A paralellogram of thank you’s
Grace and its divine sentience
Buttercupped to my lovers
Cariboued yet
An aquamarine varying
Ballyhooed for infinity
The doorway in the moss
And its my flung out skying
To the goneness of all beings
be universal 