cabezza inherant

You will keep your head on a string
a fine thing
of paste and jelly beans,
still you honor your hedgerow
it's a portent of your taste
that the beans grow long
like the winds stretched taut
over a sojourn.

Fine, transmogrify the head
to a bookmark
in a sandwich of pages
trapped around your eyes
that see nothing
except if it's a word
upon word
one each after the next,
skip a line, sight transfixed
alerted and keen upon the point
taken.

Take a memory shot
and hold to it

while the gulls flock from your body,
sparks sizzle at your breast
giving rise to acrobatics
and tasteless innuendo.

A cloud head now
shroud for a passive titan
gingerly peeking
is spreading his fleas
in opaque
and teardrop apologies.

another ridiculous unquotable.