thru zoetrope eyes

the mandrake sage transmits an incantation / inserts the bulldog queen in heavyweight cream / we have monologue lift-off / the long-rap foreign diplomatic corp spy daylight / the court of weightlifters have protein shakes in hand / teenagers hide in hedges beyond the lecture hall / on-sizzle we be watching the tear-jerker scene playing thru zoetrope eyes / on-off on-off on-off on-off on-off superfast / colorfast dreams abjuring and running fast / we stay monolith watch thru fading vision / spaniel hecklers chip concrete into ohm wafers 

please write soon as im going foreleg gimpy and best-daze inane / ill wait for the courtesan of weirs if you dont respond / daytime tendencies will be tendentious+strident on alternate nights / await your witticisms / or at least your hedgehog face soon / my suppurating sutures weep+await you / all best

What I’m Reading:

Startled eyes of nurses swish by noiselessly,
Orderlies with cropped heads swagger like murderers;
And three surgeons, robed and masked mysteriously,
Lounge gossiping of guts, and wish it were lunch-time.

— John Reed / “Operating Room”