moon effect

Medea's dignity dignity my dignity
does she know her cruciform fie
she know where is Medea?

The lampost that hurls in the head
fury
dignity a blood warm with beat heart
fly
cut open in the salt waters whim
eyelids pelt them backwards
the black tailor cups his small handles
over her shirt
where are your knees?
where are your babies?

I left them asplint in the heavenly clover
picked over splintered disappeart like frogs
for this is our Summer, heads over cloud bulls
mercury rising summons us to a line

Number and number were calling the cock call
the cock eating halogen light with a funnel
tasting his own tail and rejecting a muzzle
this way he cut to an entry and took

Feed she she look at her a moonhole, ungented
cape of air rising surface her blent breasts
her ruddy winds bathtub in pooled air her scrounges
as she was a butler bending his trays
silver and grainy
serving land where she lands and kills days

How opportune she thought with her wired mind
the crisped fusion in tires is as loose as my torque

With her red license and nauseous throat
the thin tree broom she stammers is not to be bested
but ruinous and queenly
and taut a spine, teeters

Her flight is gone in the shape of perihelion
her ballasted hatred
a finger traced belief
flee, flee flee, flee from the worlds
bend down to Thanatos
his pleasures hasten you
he is the love of your quake opened mouth

Release your choral tongue into Styx, strophe
unsully his name
that huge fabric figure
draped to her licentious
torn puss on a fence post
I give you his finger, welded to hers

Long the sender
blue-black as an arrow
circling duration with gentle coal
so here where we walk's under their weathervane
trapping our nausea in the lick of a chainsaw
little skins curling as limbs plunk down
you'll know this structure from bed to brim

It is a pyramid in which they hold council
over we muted forgive us our hairbrains
and our lips are dry, too, forgive us
our purchase
we swoon when the mustard seed
slips up the coastline
how now too, I do, think of fiber
so to make a rope by twisting my thighs
draw it down to the inch to cut open my voicebox

Hear what I meant in the bank like a father
I am not fit I am not fit for a weal
I wish he'd not come
though I ride him akimbo
his flanks stutter and harden
his petioles drip

His hands cloven
underlie knowledge clusters
then pq piques, I feel a lesion
a droplet smeared letter, so tuck up my belly
spread my drunk surf
over midnight and readily flatten
sharp spoked, she livered Jason
he measured her suit to warren a bruising
and saddled her curtains with idolatrous limps

Her spoils
like a stack of broke bricks midst some spillage
stud the bed edge
making a four in four line
corners, angels who mount your arms and your shoulders
stand abstract, purling a close
your lips wet around coinage
walling her breed bets in circuitous frowns

Now linger on in the afterward, dinner
bowl of oiled noodles and fatty pink meat
she is three women, a hundred blue black
onioned among sticks links an ink spot divides her
below his eyes
to her trim wastes
to her, fruiting inversion
without quite capturing his sink
mid-air
scoundrel, plain

He throws a third lung to subsume
his liptricks
nothing will hold him
from the clear faced ton