pale light flit about the waves and i felt glib

decapitated then a stepping stone bit

fond of queer things bold lined comet flight

long blood jets pump from a ready-made twin pole

on certain evenings a wrong will be repaid

an heirloom feedback loop of freewill

i could offer a nights lodging superb

plumflower Leonora Carrington traits

exceedingly high rank pinups and Maldoror

none spoke so tortured and flamboyant as they

noble attendants uneasy in front of a canvas

swing the ringing beam fingers became detached

like leaves in the forest of the same caress

slain plunging schizophrenic stereotype

melted for bell metal it's a killjoy

a wonder deepened high voltage

in miraculous result lapsed into a crumb

lamentation died away during the dada verve

Bollies big tall wish first of all

a fitting reward of midair combat

i beat upon it till it broke for a few months

returned in august to indulge in a pastiche

wont you hush while sharks mate

dissecting table and a sewing machine

i abandoned my reserve for a niche of prose

offerings eaten he hung himself in a frenzy

like a holy sutra rekindled

i found you unharmed in a genuine cafe

audibly breathing depicted like Magritte

fed upon the corpses of the people in the district

felt a warm trickle in a flesh collage

slipped on something clammy, its a dead you

a suitable bare rock for verbal telescoping

cloud guest finely veined tissue dubbed

mandarin ducks no thoughts for the morrow

we're well acquainted in gouache

after uttering verse i exchanged an excuse

turning to my host with a charming tinge

a fatal consumption it's quite droll

shadows of foliage pinned and then engraved

mortuary tablet as a famous review

a sleeping household of candelabra lights

a promise sealed like pop art

back door pant a memoir published

recollection of a former birth

then a cry burst from a surrealist group

the teet of the cherry tree of the milk nurse