Monster Poinsettia

In this forest we give fear, alms to the Begging Rajah, who straddles a red-eyed dog named Shab. M' lord, your palms once carried, gave Vajras as gifts, cupped milk curd and batteries. Once, riding home to the Moist Pinkish Cave From a tour of generosities, which were your Fetish, you came upon a poinsettia as high as The Fordamal Chank, at Chukka. Its star-shape Mouths bobbed in thickets of plaited wondry; It's hunger smelt rough and good and buttry; But as your fingers slid thru the crinkled folds In bliss, there was a neuro-chemical stab, Your eyes rolled, and the Monster Poinsettia's Incisors chopped your hands off at the wrists.

easy home

against the horror of All,
sleeping in a plasm of snakes,
Cali rises in my face w/out your

touch, brief soul smiling:
i exploit yor dumb balm.
we can ride on fire back

to my place, a dingy 4-star
hole. Shab, my accompanying
dog, whose eyes glow, is mad.

Peg, manifestation of estrogen,
can take you down town, and
yor clan will grow old wondering.