he hangs monkeys from their necks
and watches for revolutionary response
in audience vicarious though it made
the union of sperm and egg
that much more fortuitous it may be as soul creation
common on alien production line between the grey butter
death, that made bitter remarks
the oily air of an android praise be the secret greeting
move to his footsteps and graze on the Eel River
spectral echoes of the bryguy laughing on LSD
whose flashing orbs perception guards wheels
character driven narrative
wound-up stone gargoyles stare at the stumbling streetperson
their crooked eyes squint hard at the face of the forgotten man
(Reggie Croissant is a metaphor <camphor>
for madness, double d)
he
has risen
from the rave
to inhabit voids behind mandala doors
and the space
behind locks