Just kicking up Shitshimis

by dint of cenobiac punctilios
gravitational stares
            spritz
as spryly
      hung fire,

as an embossed dissertation
          an orb of ebullience
metastasized

in the raw,
      silken flesh,
           as nude marble
jitter glitches
      demystifying quince calypsos
with Lilith,

  just knocking galaxies
      out of homeostasis
into urethral embolisms
        
new constellations
    swirl in
            celestial commodes,
        
where I swan as a grey bolt
           into her
      iliac crossroad honey-scorn notch
                 and haloed brocaded folds.

II.
    her fervor,
          my prana

cached
      in cadenced aureoles
  and
      boutade
bateaux's

my afflatus respire
        translocating
into her
  lazuline scars.

I stood bouldering as
          a cotton dawn,

stonier in the currents
    where my song
stung the midnight
 
 and marveled the stillness
          in my third yesterdays eye
four squared suicide,

     clothesline the
 upturned grin
    of my downsized
        glow.

III.

  Taste this,
        and swirl the swallow  
     for
remembrance of me,

another variegated vagrant
      of verity donnybrooks
              that will strike
as a machiavellian khamsin.

   take me as an
           acrylic promise
       blown into the langoliers
as a
     dusted
             what-if,

rage like excuses
            to unyoke your chest
to nourish your circadian
    sybaritism

and in my fullness
I stumble from the miasma
          of your crossed gaze

and in that
        quadrilateral canny spell
     turned phrases
         straighten
immolated summations.
  
    I stifle your acceptance
the abomination of repudiating
        your hermeneutic deditions

where diablo covers his figs
      with crimson kisses
from war-torn
           Turin chronicles

pocketing a
         wounded autumn

   as intrusions plead
like liquid traces of gravity
      in a skinned
tabernacle,

caress the muslin shadows
         malnourished as
outrecuidance.


IV.
      
                  I waited in Cancer,
clinching bullet ridden valentines,

chewing on the tumor
        of you

like the cast iron whore,

adorned,
        where purge pings
               puling the
piled prime,

on a strangled lock heated hoses,
      where the balance of morrow’
fornicates as a sideway exit wound
in the halo worn
         by the inviolable black
sheep,

bound and graffitied
with puzzle smiles
      we remove feathered marigolds
    under a Charlemagne
moon

yawp, libertarum,
and harvest the enfurecido specters
        
  squeeze the petals
as midnight
        atrophies
     into cryogenic eons
as gelled
          continuum,

    and in the hollow cathedral
we launch the painted Madonna
             with glitterati quasars
      and Artemisia arrows

catch me in this scent
            where misericórdia
bends the sky
    in the prism of the periwinkle leak
as absinthe decorum
    menstruating the pheromones of Kore,

the mesh of I
melts as a waxed Yliaster
into your breath
       like a hovering
earthquake

       just to feel the attraction
of your daedalen
       impulse

bleed patterns
             where the sparrows sleep,
     in rehabilitated winds…

just to find the valley
    whitened in the respiratory fossa
         of an embryonic mistake.

in nomine patris et filii et spiritus sancti.