cuckolds young and old

L|ET us charge on stick horses!  
 
      into the city afire  
 
into the answerless blackness  
 
we brats of the prancing revolting  
 
we of the technocolor'd absence  
 
went kissie-kiss down  
 
in unspent clouds of nuclear neon  
 
went keenly across the aftershock of chaos  
 
warmed to the deconstruction and thee abscesses upon  
 
the pale mare of remembrance .  
 
 
 
she did gather  
 
lips with pustular blisters  
 
and went whistling together  
 
in the mud that makes us love  
 
eachother &  
art as an ulcer  
and thus in god we thrust her  
upon the lap of exquisite vastness  
 
/upon the heap of chivalrous innocence  
 
(that silly frilly butterfly, s he)  
 
upon the mock smock of sheer fear swaying precariously  
vicariously here and here and there with a dash and dart for  
 
 
            exclamation invariably!  
        
we mis-shapes in paper clothes and baby-faces  
we aerial machines crash-landing wonderfully together  
in the long lost streets of Lollywood, in the hills of Gotham,  
 and the volleys of exploding Babylon.  
 
 
give me then, friend,    
 
your trembling heart  
 
and i'll show you  
 
all the world giddily a'twitter.