who was the dog laughing
in the nightjars of pollen
trumpeting designs
up at windows
who wore the silks and sang
the shifting sky
into swell for the frogspore
and glister’d jelly
who at the thorned table
ate the goatskull of betrayed
for the low ruin of carnivals
desecrated mind strewn for feedhawks
who with the pocked-eye gleaned
this facile-verse a viper
lamprey mouth trying its jaws
on the equator
who in the suits of hightown
slurped his soup with pretend mimes
feeling the tingle of camaraderie
ejected for jesting trite confessional
who was told the parables
of squarepegs and roundholes
applied this earnest learning
foundered nothing and resentment
who attempted return
to animal kinskin dreaming utopias
only to walk a loneward shuffle
among the tenements of perversion
who trumpeted designs
up at the jars of windows
in the dognight
laughing pollen
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