In the waking dream

Of some acid washed 

Memory, we saw

 

The lovers

We left waiting

And all of the

 

Phenomena that they were

Their fingernails, 

Their noses, their ears

 

And the bleach running

White and yellow

down their shoulders.

 

We saw the hobo jeans

The opium odyssey of

Some fiend’s wandering.

 

We saw young men

In their early graves

On an early morning 

 

Their perfectly embalmed lips 

Their perfectly fitting slacks 

And all of their mothers

 

In early mourning.

The flowers around their 

Fingernails, no longer growing.

 

We saw the fairytale legs

Of a great deer

Blinded by headlights

 

Her open stomach

Tangled up tresses

Smeared across the black.

 

We saw finches buzzing in mutual recollection.

We saw the cannibal capital industry Big Pharma

Twisting the colors of its kaleidoscope tongue

Around the borders of Eden-

 

And all of its apples

And naked clay creatures

Languished in lustful discourse

 

With an egotistical

Elitist, overindulgent

Water moccasin.

 

The children stuck 

BB guns into

Ant mounds

 

And took refuge

In the animal 

Madness of combustion

 

Every metal ball

Which scarred that colony

Like a hurried meteor

 

Was a moment 

Of misplaced

Retribution.