Black Lizard Planet

Kite tail on the dandelion seedling,
the recession and the aliens lock step.
The gravity curls duets ontop the unlaced golden plates.

Bomber's ash like the black cloud doctor the Congress had on call
shifted the kazoo in its mouth,
fought deep in the unbirthday
of a garrison wandering the plague.

Creases on back of factory citizens
brand in, not out
even with the paws of the butter grain masseuse —
unmopped floor.

Ships landing on the fore buds of a baker's tongue
withdraw into the sweet flora of a shower lap of sugar cane.
The bills powdered up
in the chalk hands around the highbar.
The dew perches footstool on the first and last account savings to blow.