Fruit Free-for-All

stop acting like a skull
in a chariot full of shining stars
wedged in between two nights I sing
as the spider sings who weaves his web

who weaves his web on the face of the air
his mirror-colored web
hope melts like a lead-echo
in the bottomless, mirror-colored evening



so there

while I lick my own body
as the day licks its own body
between heaven and lunch
a cannon shoots at a green soul
a cock hops about on crystal crutches
behind the bell of a mammal
that flies through the posture of the air
and whinnies like female wood

so there

there there
so I said there
or did I say so there
so there's the morning star

so there

so so
so I said so
or did I say there
there's the so morning star



the tongue is useless for speech
you'd do better to use your feet for speaking
than your bald tongue
you'd do better to use your navel for speaking
the tongue is good
for knitting monuments
for playing third or fourth fiddle
for cleaning braided whales
for fishing for polar roots
but above all the tongue is good
for hanging out of the mouth
and drifting in the wind

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