Stop barking at the impressive few! Stop holding hands with princesses!
If apples immunize you from doctorates of theology,
Whence comes our American mythology?
Our ears are bended upwards towards the silent hurricanoes!
On the distant horizon I see a staggering stentorian bucket of wishes!
But I've forgotten the appropriate terminology,
And she lost hers studying visionary mycology.
Can you rhyme with the goddesses? Can you appreciate Pluto's distant credibility?
The shaman is kneeling before our ancient trance, a silhouette.
And apples & bananas & oranges grow carcinogenically
From this barren desert dirt, nourishing, organically.
I am in Nevada! Our Lady of the Deep Mountain Lake is lost in annunciation,
I am in the Western Zephyr! At least I glanced the graces chasing her magic shadow.
And railways remember to comply fiscally
With demands of the land & its fecund buoyancy.
But whence comes our American Symphonies? Where's our newest cultural mecca?
Like in Mauritius, the rats & pigs ate the last Giant Turtle egg.
Like in the hills of New Zealand, they had to relocate that inflatable parrot.
Like in Canada, men with puppets & cycle-planes are rehabilitating whooping crane chicks.
Like a pot of golden toads in Central America that has been boiled & evaporated.
And like the reefs - O my God, I can't go on.
O bless the corral & may its descendants bear fruit perceived by the voyager,
Forever & ever. Amen.
Start singing the blues of futurity! Start reversing the rapture, pending an antepenultimate postponement!
If apples are the first cessation in a chain
Of metempsychosis, ending with the resurrection of Cain...
But no! The verses will grow longer! Longer than the queues of transcendental poetry at the market!
Off the page she'll blow you furiously! Down the circular library thru the craters below the Earth!
But I've forgotten where the escalator takes the rain,
And we'll finally be done with these damn'd biblical allusions, the pain.
Can you dance with harps on your loins! O can you understand these made-up words!