A Gate Dripping Other People

in psyche's cat, the rain
no closer to choral sheets of ecstasy. trinkling
a chameleon melted into my beard of language.

a healthy gash to your moon's broken beat. freeze this secret vapour,
it all just whistles at limbs falling from the dead.

exquisite fingers rend but strengthen, remembered nipples what angels look like,
alone when fur kisses sweat.

empire of rock, the air slobbering particles clear of a promised hermaphrodite.

reduced, yet exalted by the quantum and bombed out of
putrid minds.

tree of the homicidal
owned as a cassette still chosen to daub
red flame on the soft sounds coming from a leftover pot of hands.
bottled dreams and the indifferent sun, a vertigo
dissipating the flying drone of psychedelic DNA,
covered by stones and boiling rhythms.

another coiled X beneath the earth, its shiny coat of televised incest
leaping and gnawing between the wear of bodies
yellowed by exhaustion.