who drugged the Pope
when in doubt
African reality played by street magicians on the storm
front the truth
thrown daggers at the Blood Moon
that Power describes
the plummet of fever non Desi scribe
lungs sing with open throat
acreage vibe with wishing wells
struggle
heroic decimation of bubbling glass
seance circle
emotion hands
plastic oils through tube
Velisonin tantric stare
loquaciousness
in all eternal glory
the sliding hands descend
worry of heads
dancing without form
without spectral liquidity
on continent al-swift
burned grains of sand
within the splendid motion
sub-ducting land subversive
a wet naked in the morning
cool skin beast
thrives of astral pleasure
root of chakra chain
rivet rivet
the sky is terrified
It Does Not Matter
- IN SITU
- A Kublai Khan Moment