- Weird Science
Italian Poem Upon Adam’s Naming the Insects
- I sliced open the superior of
the two complex genitalia
the fluttering blue red-butter leak-vines of ingathered foliage
fiery June’s (or is it Eve’s or Eva’s?) protein candelabra
upon the bolt of her Byzantine gate.
- Her averbal cueing begins the
hunt for sparrows,
my covert, languid and gas-sponkied
God-moth owns a lovely Mexican villa,
hear chimes in the Sahara
by the contraction of 3 chordata
to the “normative sphere”
by leather sacks of whiskey.
- Dreams displace gold scales
the Pastoral Parallax, and
self’s stone throw
nature separate from anxiety—
congenitally grown together
breathing low in the panda bureaucracy
a bag-like growth upon the abdomen.
- Or rather a blue-black
several thousand cyanotic bag growths
the baptismal form in her body
and trembled, shyly murmuring
the Crystal Palace
the exhibit of Iowan cedar weathervanes
japanned images from Rousseau
above the twins’ beds
the God-Moth’s bitter chocolate eyes
them in their candy basket.
- His insect-head bowed in
respect or hunger,
steel leaves the consistency of flesh
her nipples are leased feelers
I come to seek in a pyramid of silverfish
crawl upon the complex genitalia
the fluttering blue, whose
burnt wings are painted panels
- of a toy paradise
quite to seed.
- Then I eat the seed.
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