Watching "10 Skies"

cloud blown whims
smudged vaseline
warm shiver
square framed desire
greasy figments
bird calls boil

how the beautiful
decays or is born
in its decaying
dissolution
uncurling toes
steam from your

nostrils explodes
to the eyes of god
diffuses & darkens
leaving a blotch of blue
ink bruise tattoo
& cauliflower bloom in mud

like being blind
watching at its natural pace
rolling fur extends its tongue
claws arms

unrecognizable 10 minutes later
fire fantasies form forth
fountain the smog
oceans. teal
& unblinking peaks
dust dance the eruption
green-grey
a streak rub-out
the whole whorl
light slides in
the interface pulls apart stringy
pearl prize of good & evil
battle we live under
touching by rainbow the weather

again: how did we
get from there to here?
this brilliance
from soup

again the blue ground.
shadow figures - I expect
hands in lace cuffs
you could paint it &
it'd look more real

the rolling lamb will be shorn
or turn into a hippo. tractor.
they bend light in eddies
trucks & flies
the hidden peak
light side dark side
nipples & sudden green grin

hair of six polar bears
floating in a swimming pool
or something you catch & make
a wish. clear air. not a care
in this world / girl.
a small part expands then
the foreground swells & occludes.
blue covered by grey curtain
intermission
& some holes where we
see costume changes
& are scandalized.

geysers of sand powder marble dust
machinery drone
classical bust in dust

the bright centre
tissue veined cracked tile sliding glaze
depth of focus shifts inadequate
& the constant glowing dot, centre.
repeating cackle . wolves howl
hooting owl & cellulite overflight
(through the cells) white scare
it ends with skin cancer

background faded yellow
it's the sulfur pump
locomotive chump
rises to fall & choke
slides left & right but still
chokes. the back & front
merge & everything looks
flat. grey map of canada.
gunshots. We get bored & leave.

we get out of the theatre & it's night
the sky is musculature
& flexes to pop
& fuck you up