In the Valley of Mu
where plastic fish race dilapidated pilgrims’ last wishes
leaving cantankerous ashcan traces on deer-hidden mountains
where broken water fountains sever from former sewer mains
and stank tank erosion
causes septic explosions to unyield
modus operandi notions and last gasps of determine flailing
aspirationally to weigh the uncooked biochemical pie
in the course of coarse human tent events bears force
bare force on meretricious minions to unleaven the bourse
observationally as I curse, mired in alternative goo
seen from freedoms you overhear in the Valley of Mu
where you can’t glow home again to your trashcan chalice
as your dustbin wheel of fire unloads holy puzzlement
Snakeries of disastreams gloom, glomming onto rigamarole
in long patterns of screaming sun zoom plasticization
as Miss Astor’s disaster wall plaster falls into a Pink Floyd
void
exterminating folly far beyond aromatizers and gassers
as tokens of dream-punch unwhisten in master’s empty head
where illuminated there is a bright jewel in a red wine cask
sending out laser beam light masking cosmic wave cataclysms
as our universe implodes on that golden mountain rim of dawn
and cheap cardboard scepters wave at fiberglass spaceships
as mock lava burbles and spurts against an amateur backdrop
calamatizing me in foggy mist with low mind-penetrating furor
