Sep 15, 2007
Take Only as Directed
lean like street signs in night's alley,
with black-hole eyes shut.
journeys through clouds of ether;
paints his skull with rainbows.
inside a rat's toy prison:
"Exits don't exist."
Swiss-cheese brain readout:
food, blue, sex, pain, words, love, hate--
cocooned in neurons.
just death's-head butterfly wings;
Jupiter screams out.
nails him to cosmic crosses,
jingling beneath raw-tip meat,
where stones drink the moon's rivers
like fountains of youth.