The heart full of eyes
And drunken words for warships
The peeled-back black bell
The queen of queendom and sandface
The broken and wrecked heart
Beating deeper than the night watcher
The myth you kept close to your breast
Than I am kind or some kind
Eternal hello under Sassania
And the kings of dust
Their pineal lineage transmuted
By gorse and geese
The ticks and the lice and the five bridges
All playing monkeys in my heart
And gathered dogs for tea
And tune them into ladders
For the DogStar ascent
To the wretched galaxy
That is ever Neverland
Plato wrote of you in Grotto
Saurat wrote of you in Chartres
Soso spake Greek to Peter
Piling books and seeds

This is the shed
In which I keep the dead
The open mouth for mouths and rocks
The house of beloved mice
With whom I could not lie or lay
The Graal whom I could not sing sweetly enough
To touch out the thunder and argent
Lightning washing over the love
And brotherhood and wisdom that shuttled
Away down the Golden Pumpkin River
The mist drowned over my eyes and heart
The mist took me by utter surprise
Cats who snuggled and cuddled me into the nix and the nox
And knocked at the door and knocked me onto the floor
Below her I fell into
Terminal explosion from apples and Edens
And fed the swans once or twice
And gave rides to the red rager
And on that fragile roundabout
Not far from heaven
I saw the sun swallow with a yip and a yes
And saw the lint gliant in her eyes
And the owl shot shot with paraboxes
Into that teen twine we fell together
And shouted and shuddered
And held breasts and kissed lips
And dreamt of Kingdoms and Queendoms
And matched wine with fire
And switched funnels snatched
Open pain open