And Onto PickNickMagick

And onto PickNickMagick
Springsongs, your tongue tasted of snow
Summer hare skip
Your trace mazed alone the Teller
The bluebells toll for skull
Crown queen of pearled worlds
The train delayed by snow
Or children's tricks on the godshelves
Nipped into night to taste
The lust of doves
And the singing twins
And with a white pen on black wood
Vanish slit galaxies
And yellow sundials
And cropped spectres all
Marching in time and crunch
On their souls and clap their fame

Into porpoise rain
My mother is sewn in the new insert
The blues are dream dead and
Spin like false clouds under the Dreamclock tick-tock
Spanning steel and baby's howl
When pierced through her full, beautiful heart in a crown of bay
And laurel arches
King Moon come to my house
And aid my breath
Community is moving into smoke
And stars going round and lost
Crowns from her head
In the beauty you fumed
Anyway, I am as friendless as Caesars
Now as then, the drunken enclave
Has been night and crowls out into the spaces
That she left me
Moths and beautiful dust
On the wings and on the petals
If I have some advice for the teens
Spell "fuck prophecy" and
Though their codes doze on
Their signature is in your soul
The book is hooked into your heart
From that breath into birth that caused your all
That dawn that formed you
And the crux that scorned you
And so much for Akkadian grammar and spelling
Singing the last wedge after Yesu
The bray of dogs, the crow song over
The black ringers
The hobby horse, dead with their slip name
And the bright cats nosing into the picknick quilt
Shake that into your bread!
And write it in heaven with my name
In pen and reeds and call me from the
Quick drone beyond the dead home
Into the birdsong, eternal
Speak to Shirley about an unreal death
And how you thought you were skipping after butterflies
And did not look for the wolf
Hard behind your back
Snuck into the gingerbread house
And didn't see the witch twitch there
As the BaalStorm raged
And the sticky-sweet walls folded you into her womb
The wolf womb, the fox funnel
The six six six sick vessel
Treat fire like a lion
Devour the owl at the count road
Sticks of shadows
Clouds crack over clown crown
Spin your lies from the juice noose farm
Excrete your face again
Into the muddy dawn
And sing in the stinging storm
That winked, as you sank into the salt
You raised your mouth
To milk the sky and touched yourself
And sang, "I am above the All and in the howl"
I could not find your lips in the songs of the bees
And forget-me-not fields
Of the glad and the dead
And their fabled garland of ghosts and pearls
And the rats on the way
And the cats soaring above the waves
Singing mermaid meows
And kissing the foaming flow
Spilling out over all the ocean's hearts
Ten years before your "yes"
You drank dreams of aeons
Into your mouth