Fastly mork the breath of light

Do I mean to balk your teeming, 
Lease of redolent consternation, 
Really make a meal of meaning, 
Fastly mork the breath of light 

Colors word and burn like music 

All the unheard splashes faint 

Course like drops of imminent dollop

Many worlds are made of paint

Throwing thought like baking pots 

Glaze indiffident blue blue varnish 

This is beaking like a dodo 

And you’ll thank me with your hair 

On my days off 

I make sums which 

Add together 

Cube on cube 

I’m on furlough 

Like a racehorse 

Lo my vampires 

Chant and Harry 

Roses are pink 

Violets gentle 

Rabbit freeze 

In rainbow light 

When the loathsome 

Drifters mangle 

All your homework 

You can think 

Without remission 

Let that sink 

And stone the ocean 

Crow the firebird

Of your murder

Have you seen a duck in heaven 

O they gleam their feathers high 

LSD will do that to you 

She will turn your brains to sky 

Infinite space out 

Throw expanding 

Flames and motions 

Frescovalent 

Braying teardrops 

Non substantive 

Like a Kodak 

Slide and plate 

Juxtapose the hieroglyphics 

Of insouciance 

Like a flock 

Of conscious entities 

Weighing dapper 

Constellations 

Made of sherbet 

With ethereal and intuitive 

Insolent Wit

You 

Holy mackerel 

Burning Ghost. 

23/7/19.

Pic: Arthur Tikhon Cooke, after Carravagio.