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