Content Warning: Mention of blood
Plunge neck first; pluck
The feathers of God’s chicken face.
The dance of gnomes is fish-like and auger,
A psychedelic psychic relic.
I’ve fallen into an illusory sway.
They flee onwardly, escapedly.
Carry wood, chomp water,
Fang-toothed and moribund hound on a hose.
Remember what the gnomes said,
The foot is the densest part of a man
Address the old man on a train, stationed.
He’s sent us traveling.
A cup of blood and corpuscle,
Its musk protruding me, in reverence I drink.
These broader rocks mumble
Their terse winter-cries. Today is God,
I say to them. I slip further into the muck of me.
Thus, a swine (unfed) twists itself like a spine,
A mellifluous tangle of earthworms.