long tails swish red labels of night

long tails swish red labels of night,

ascending sweetness, 

through candy overdose heaven,

leaving snakes of city mansions,

cleaving to distant forests,

leading proctors of brain weeds, 

over the planet,

where echos shatter in a child's crib;

a harvest of clover and tender feelings

dribbling through the labyrinth, 

into a slow, soft, underground stream,

motherless tadpoles, 

flowing to still-waters afterbirth, 

mirth and green slime,

on vessels un-anchored,

stung by its feelers' fiery ends,

burnt reaching endless falls,

down mountain tributaries into cauldrons,

lending power to future volcanoes, 

burning angels' halos into a sinister bath brew,

dragon-smoke of melting cave rock intervention, 

call of wild wolves' fallen trees and stars,   

entering the exit of precious possession,

mud and ringworm root fingers,

savage coming together in snow white side streets,

down to town,

minerals transmuted into columns

of uneven gum-black.

she sits for a second in nature,

until taunting causes fevered grabbing,

of hard cock cure-all,

over evergreen plains.  

steely moss trees of mock-you-see,

dragons' emissions controlled,

by how much she can take inside at once.

a second passes,

and the animals continue fornicating,

unsuspectingly.

San Francisco 

circa 1977

edited Taichung

2016