Ayahuasca mascara &
after Viviane Houle
Arabi-Cola frizz around the fountain into the blue room
what’s left of it – down the matte path they are shooting
skeet with what’s left of the cupcakes
the factory brawl where they came from
our dreams and what they were doing
Two Worlds colluded but then couldn’t any more
Scored flag and where mangos behaved
to defuse the warsong they ran on us
Please we have trees
to get back to
we’ll never turn into puppets
whither we walk under or not
Where the sun shines for the first time
a new kind of trumpet mute is needed
we had to be hollow
to let the sound go through
it was for the birds
a time to perch high above
the flag wrack loom
Watch how we get liminal in the Nash
Rambler back seat – off to another evac
everfrisson-ing between ape and angel
agape in the grass
some violet wrappers and a match
telepathic bananas stage sweat
cliff dweller ayahuasca mascara
spirit bump regal submarine
rain bomb rainbow static
we’re not done yet
playing in the shallows
Ouija’ing the end time thrills
Let’s read the riot act
to the birds and the bees
and make out like it’s still
civilization
creational frizz
in finest fundament almost quaint
with the places go the faces
We have a lot of butterflies thanks to you
I don’t know how to leave the garden
Say yum to that tough little muffin
pocket smuggled chandelier
spinning round let’s why not call it dance