With the Dromedaries
With the dromedaries, lambs and whore
He wrote him gardens, glistens the dreamers
If I had a wish to clear the dusk
And through the lunadisc
I would add perfumes onto paper
And sitting serpents smoking fags
Or doing speed, drinking mead
As plastic viking or driven raven
Her strangle, my pasts, off with my vanished head
Off with the armorial dead
Off to the burial ground, the round grave carnival
The dragon in the bolo bag, oh, Anis in lipstick
For salmon in high heels, salamander in drag
The pass nail to the mast of blood and blinks
The modular winks
From the armadillos amens or queens
Homosexual heavens on twin, and here comes counts
You are that judgement with what you are
You will be embraced by the kindness of the king
Christ descends, death above
Jesu god whose home is the cross
Humor little children, honor the hoop and the bell
And the apple and the ball bow to the crow
In the long horizon the naked woman bathe
But the mountains or the clouds by the tree Weimar
Jades bob down to your drown
Whose your favorite model, wooden comatose or wan?
Star scarred hair, have you clipped the knight?
Tight to your thighs, have you met her two cats?
Have you treated yourself to her golden milk?
One meal a day at night, let's discuss denim
Or the weather of my dead friends
Who pass by my window as I scribble this Baal Talk
I out of Babylon, almost snapped in Berlin
Twice nights ago, then openglassed onto
George street, I saw Jhonn pass by, his Hermes joints moved
Uncoiling hipsters who then into ⲇⲣⲁⲕⲱⲛ
His wraith arrives bearded
Wine and gardens aimed
At the middle of the midden
Balls, eyes, Hindoo slang
Yip! — kill Cæsars, Kaisers, Tzars šarrū
LUGAL, LUGAL
And the thick step
Of the clock
The ground drone of flies
And horse flies and chestnut seas
The fell beech
The oak torn from the night