Splotches in Space

    1

Age lives from hair to hair
across the orphaned hair
It lives like an egg
hatching a fruit
on a tightrope between two wings

the air has the age of the wings
the fruits are born of the wings
the leaves of the wings bleed
on the hems of the air             


         2

death's-heads
glowing like suns
go thirsting toward the source of space
scorned by the stingy drakes
the craving babies
and the et ceteras
numbered and signed by the authors


         3

the walls are of human flesh
the mushrooms have booming voices
and brandish heavy rapiers
against ancestral mice
with elephant teeth


         4

porcelain udders swing
on golden trapezes
among necktie branches
while stars jargon
and fly from fruit to fruit


         5

siamese columns weep
knitwear tears
because they drop down at every midnight
from their saucers of ease
like dots dropping from i's


         6

a landscape in a snorting coach-and-four pauses
before a paraffin canape
star-gloves knead
the anthropomorphous void


         7

flower-syllables cover
bouquets of fronds
bobbin-lace tents are bobbing
in cotillions corantos galliards
with piggy banks full of wasps


         8

the end of the air
and the end of the world
are as round as balloons
but while the end of the world
remains on its folding chair
the end of the air jumps
from a tournament tree
into an empty cage
the flits through the air


         9

the diamond-peel tempers morals
the merrymaking draws out
sometimes even beyond death
and even beyond the railing
in worn-out space


         10

the gluttonous clouds drive
their trunks and their tails
into the fragrant wounds
flowers with honey wigs
stroll about on the chatterbox water


         11

the mouths of the light yawn
and reveal a vacuum
the blood engine
breathes happiness on the snouts
and endlessly repeats
the aunts and angles
the uncles and ants


         12

is it really a blue coffin
and not a saliva-covered hermitage
if this apparition were ground up
would gleaming needles finally
tumble into the putrid light


         13

beaks peck out the eyes of the light
of frisky cheeks
tete-a-tete toe to toe
feet roll before their own feet
tatooed teats of teutoburg
shout the beaks with a teatonic fury


         14

the snouts are filled with lily eggs
the plaster muscles carry
biped umbrellas
the flowers sweep the milk
of their visible voices
the stalks bend out of space


         15

sit down on my big toe
little white and naked sky
remain a lackluster costume
remain white and naked
let former realities
mend the water
depilate the souls
fling the last word
beyond the last heart
remain white and naked
let the haloes purr
and filter their thoughts
let the roses stroll about
on the skin of a dwarf
let the four-voiced members
wave feathers of flesh
remain white and naked


         16

the clouds undress
on chubby tables
the straw shirt embraces
the paradoxical sponge
beware of the machinery of faces

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