Part 1: Haretalistooth

The pinnacle eversteamed perennial
On your cosmopolitan roof
Don’t it?
Rub that way

And the clown tent
At the Lacey Harvest Fair
Five hundred grinning faces
Like cowboy maps
Grinning into infinite steins of coffee

Staircase through wells
Immortal faces
Of army men and lovers

Disgrace in the desert
Build me up with compliments
Then throw me naked
Into the violet spectral sea

And what grinning at me?
Carved from marble
Grown stale as coffins of ginger cloves
And cardamom suitcases of caramel and hashish
Of blacker Bombay
Of the final date on the Haretalistooth calendar

WOE
The steering wheel of this train seers my knuckles
WOE
The Red heat of this whale spout I found twixt your bladed back
And the fish scales underneath your jacket

Part 2: The cast of my bus:

The rapping buss driver
And the ratcheting highwayman

The aqua goddess housewife
And her clay toed daughter

Part 3: The Forest of Mystery

The forest of mystery begins
On the corner of 4th and water

And ends

A hundred leagues beneath the feet of St. Diana

The mothers
Lay in these woods
100,000 of them side by
Side like corpses
But not
SINGING
Like hanging Caribbean songbirds
And the strawberry crest
Whispering in brother’s oven

The MEAT of my story
Concerns stars
And the etymologies
Of sacred balls of light

But also

Suspended choruses of children mooing
In extinct yachts of gold