in the steam bring the queen to the table
drenched in bumblebees and cucumbers,
naked at the ankle,
stinking to infinity and post mortem add-ons
split the road of fortune to the highway of desire
and let her be real.
move over her breasts like an army of jellyfish,
ripening ovaries drowning the sunshine out of my shores.
Standing there now she envelopes
wavelengths, and circumstances,
chances taken out back and beaten.
Switched lightning in the dry well
was a taste of that underbelly,
maimed in the universe with lashes and tassles,
quicksilver and magic,
quivering rivers of dust.
 
Sep 2000