padma/shri.

there's a thin moonrise coming up
over the blackened california sky
or: the milk of animal humanities
is inscribed inside the books and
the library is closed on sundays,

political liquid pooling fragrant
from everlasting unto everlasting
and pacific, libertine synthesis:
all i've really seen is luxuriant
like maths homework that we carry

on the king kong centuries, withs
and cradled millennium that their
sprays nurture carnatical & clas-
sic, moving beeping streeting and
electronic with the sweet relief;

the girl in the picture was scorn
and vitiate, it suffers with this
longing that sustains the heavens
with their whitened darknesses, i
thread the needle and flee from a

messianical and orgiastical theo-
ry: which covers up the limbs all
over the sleeping beauty, scratch
cueball logic that moves us magic
like a cardboard box, doubled the

bass and trappistry kit, cooldown
the bible to wit, jazzing guitars
and beat poetry which run wild on
the turnpike and into the future,
just got the facts & recombining.