Mirror of Tunnels

mountains of blue tunnels
run through arteries of rock
imperceptible blue ball in a black sea of pitchforks
float grizzled faced giants
built out of spectacular cataclysms
in pounded stumps
in eternal night
in intoxicating beauty
careen ragged Titans

their mouths
flaming windows and scorched thoraxes
with a thousand spinning eyes
burn flybys
deviant stone cock shaped meteors
cull  from an infinitude of minutiae's
formed accretions   gutted pierced
pocked and blunt
fucking the black mother
in a sea of the wicked gorgeous
those ancestral monsters of glory and hell

my refuge
a dancing mad woman
with lush lips like kinky flowers
thighs like oily carafes
her eyes grin stars
and swing breasts like hams

her mouth     her mouth
a gaggle of spruced orgies
hungry hips sway
a belly  a belly dance of chimes and bells
the smoking heart trembles with art and love
the trembling mind burns with over spilling moons

bare feet tender still
like silk dances to the shake
of cymbals and drums
wandering resolute on broken roads
in rooms of mice
terrified of fate and broad thin skies
in the shapes of gorgons
that stare down    reflecting
that i may know myself and bare up
like puzzles that fit in pictures
of endless fragments
and legends of desire

oratory of serpents
clatter in a persuasive dream
a paralyzed conciousness
reveal barbiturate's with legs
in fur coats
that shed watery memories
caressing corralled limbs
that spin skulls and speak
in French kisses, prancing peacocks
and raping tongues
 
the burning bush burns
in a global crisis
leaving a deserted Jesus
with nailed hands
clawing torments claw
though crossed planked halos
milled by innocents
and admonishments and laws
to f*ck with me
so I f*ck with it
while rafting angry gods and devils
encircle in a white faced sky
all vying for the top spot
while sledge hammering
power brokers and hells bankers
terrorize me?

before i die
my heart and torso a blood sabbath
i invoke voodoo like a witch
in dark woods dim din
trolling in a ditch, a twitch, a stich
a spiraling babble of sonorous tongues
invocations that shiver the cosmos
and rip the vaults of heaven

only to cascade
with tears that fall like descending concertos
kissing Babylon's feet
in a turning spell on mythological firmaments
of circles with in circles
burning incense
and masturbating in her hair and spit
until she appears just so
eye to eye in a distant life
and i am born
in her sweet wet mouth