A Tower Of Guts

21.

Under the gas mask

Taking the shape of red leaves

A parade of women

Bomb the sculptor with star shells

We love you like chimneys

22.

Two lamps burn bare breasts

Suddenly her hand becomes

A tower of guts

Two lamps burn in your cheekbones

Cunt creature not of this world

23.

I am not in this:

Two distant fingers tilling

The fresh moustache field

A long punch from your tail

Shakes the anaconda’s pants

24.

I hide alphabets

Between the sun and her teeth

Firemen are priests

Sunken below lordly heads

Hyacinth curls melt milk mills

25.

The cold sick stillness

Love and mad pain’s kindled crash

I am like a wave

Bursting in the gorgeous sky

Megaphones rage tiny stars