Salvador Dalvador

Reality schmeality
Porky picka pie
Crab a black crow
Melt your money in the dough
Pillsbury punks
Cripple the preacher---
Nothing is as it was before
Death is not a liar
Death is not maiden fernfoil hair
Life alone a beacon
In utter pitch and void
Candles’ fires cannot dim.
God, a dealer of cards,
Catch them as they fall!
And coil ‘round the till once more.

Serpentine round
Better to drown
Better the snake to bite
Frosty venom sunk like a tarpon.
Flesh, flesh!
Screaming, stinking pigs in the muddy fields.
Sacred cows whose glassy eyes radiate and absorb my love.
Tick tocking ripping the calendar
Slipping, greasy serpent time.
Wild flurry oak leaves clatter,
Turn and assail me in some distant symphony
Whisper to my waxchoked ear
Finer thoughts of beauty
Like powder drifts and mutilated mushrooms
Witness man’s slaughter in cool wet grass.

I alone witness the mountainous crime.
To shoulder the guilt alone and smile
On the leaf wet streets of late October
Panty girls hefty breasty bestial dance
Halloween’s candy choked children,
The dead, the glaring moon
All holiness and bliss
All love and love’s love above all!