Sunday, March 11, 2012

the baboon

Strawberry patches of perfume plants, pinwheel cushions of yellowed dart frogs, a Guyanese breeze of dense green jungles and gory choir of piranha teeth, makeshift camouflage beret's, duct taped machine guns and badly broken bamboo cages overflowing with vicious wild orchids and a fat oil-black military officer smoking a fine barrel-aged cigar in the rain.

Grave-side, grave-yard, coils of skeletal grave-robbers digging in the wagon-wheel ruts, balmy jail bars, formaldehyde breathing berry-eyed circus tent, a vast array of salted candy voodoo sticks, slit cardboard tickets and slimy opaque gates stuck with a child's chewing gum statue, the sunlight aghast, sun-swept silver shadows on the yard of a Haitian prison. Ligero leaf, A fancy tobacco Cadillac with no gasoline, a wedding dress for a corpse, a bokor's zombie doll and needle pricked arid chest of an obese puffer fish, alice blue curtains from a quiet château, a hospital chalet of convalescent chapels, dilapidated traffic lights turning black.

A carnival of untied shoe-laces, A mummified midnight vendor with ugly exposed draugr veins in the neck, a sweat ring on the stitched collar, inky flat fingernails crowned with callus, copper vikings posed in clay, a mansion of brightly colored prizes, antique jam-jars of entombed goldfish and a bursting target made of flames, a small hoop for a miniature horse, walls of shrunken heads and shy, slanted faces made of sickly caramel apples, dripping plastic daedric artifacts, delightful rosary beads and a sad balloon mosaic, shards of stolen ocean glass, pools of marauding church-ants suffocated in orange syrup, amber-decayed bourbon caskets and floods of pretty wooden girls littered with bubonic beauty, the blistering bare feet scorched with volcanic hearts and baleful smiles of blooming cruelty, the burnt, charred bones in the honey suckle sand, barbaric shouts of soldiers and the rattle and ring of rusty shackles, the shore-line cocaine boats, tin-shack paradise of soothing sturdy chains, the scaled slums and coagulated blood-acres of caustic white-sweetness, a submarine of cocoa, the sweltering canal scent of succulent sap, fields of sugar-cane, the sugar-sky cans of corn whiskey from the sun-house, sun-shine when we die.