zafusy

In a blue-stained room
the dog’s antennae twitch
corded flukes of skin
through blackened doors
of melting eggshell.

Beyond the floor the negro dances pipework and lumber,
training dusty torsos
to materially economise
(Although their oxen disgracefully pilfer).

Underlay.

Abdominally challenged ocelot seeks hypothetically triptych polecat.
Carotene deficient warmongerer braves arctic roll.
Couperin: “Who baited the forest swell?”
Concrete synthetic pillows burgeoning fractal.

Underlay, Underlay.

Back in the house (chorus)
maverick dogspoons high tail it
unaware of the lycra wallpaper
and its ability to sense a paradox
or are they bluffing . . . ?

It doesn’t matter, because skeptics parade, no wait . . .
Skeptics parade delicate parasols of LED membrane
and the audience doesn’t seem to know how to locate its
favourite camera,
more importantly,
their fins are coffee-stained.
How. . .

Mark Welsh

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