City Park Castle Heaven Sweet Baby

It starts in plastic-wrapped wire-tapped idiosyncrasy:

I. 
	Gulliver's mulligan is a manic maverick
and tilt my world a-whirl!
					Concentric like ticking clock
							I clock the tick and picked the
								           	   stick a turd in it!
	Merry round we are not, we like to lilt in the breeze: so sit a while,
	while angels weave webs and the kids shut their eyes.

	Never fear - I forgive all my animals (or I just forget.)
	Won't you get down and sail up?
				Mama said we're all corrupt.

I've got a secret; the sea tucked into my mouth:
	Flecked salt-foam and flotsam artichokes.
	Between my teeth I keep the aluminum of his canned fish tins.
	
We split the mussels last night, deshelled.
(When I was young I cut my foot on a mussel shell,
			and the pink trailed traces into the surf for an hour;
							I timed it on my little watch.)
II.
	I always thought soil was something more than dirt.
	But I know a meter down I'll hit the smoky old crystal,
	and I'll wipe it clean - my worst suspicions confirmed!
	We're standing on a myopic glass, someone's dirty spectacle,
	and all around us swarms the sea - "Tiresias, I beg of you... 
	Lead me home, or at the very least, strip me of my hope!"

	Mercy careens through the roar of combustion engines;
	oil sloshed in the street dribbles dirty to the gutters.
	I never knew how much effort it took to stumble
	across the same park every day. Sometimes, I fancy
	the mountains, a dirt path stretching towards the sun,
	tart berry bushes spilling over tire tracks. Gasoline
	steams in the crisp, cold air like ice clinks in glasses;
	Kick back 
			GET BACK!
					My head is empty:
	cotton-balls wet with childrens ibuprofen (orange flavor.)

III. 
Microplastic loops and sickened by melancholia, I sicken myself:
	Vomited here once, and I
		scooped up the dirt with my hands and buried it - what?
	A half-inch under... well, a dog ate it
		and started tripping: he blinked his wet eyes,
	And looking out, saw a woods of femurs
		standing staunch against the sky, the toughest meat
	Still clinging to the bones! Drops of fat rolled off
		in streams. He got down; butt up, tail whipping furiously
	Lapped it up - a whole ocean, before it was gone!

You've got a dogs heart: a sweet hammer that pounds quick as dynamite against your ribs:
	Right on the thumbs - crack the nails! Squeeze hard enough, and juice dribbles out.

"Ravenous," the raven croaks, its merry message mild.
"Oh dog, if you do not calm down, I think you will turn wild."
Oh dear - the clawing paw, it aims - 
						right for the raven's heart! 
	Dog, you better watch it, lest you tear the world apart.

IV.
Asunder like sutures I bit with the scissors
Old radio buzz about nuclear blizzards
"I met him last week in the electron cloud -
He seemed awful sweet...now I feel cowed!"

CHRONOLOGY, CHRONOLOGY, I ATE THE WORLD TREE

"Ha! Well in my garden, I didn't plant anything to begin with!
It's easy to take care of sand..."

		"But aren't you lonely?"

"Aren't you?"

		"I guess so - I guess I feel pretty bad sometimes."

"There, see? Thats how it is - we're never seeing heaven, and we're never reaching the 
castle. You can walk and walk, but you're never going to strike anything of much importance."

	"I guess you're right - but do you have to blame the plants?"

V.
Sweaty socks and sweaty takeout - take it out of the plastic,
	a layer of steam, right to the face! Bam!
I like to lap up grease, like all good things. I like flings,
	and I like to fling myself into the city fountain.
I can feel the force of the water on my legs when I crawl out 
	the turbulence roars in tune with my heart.
So violent - just a second ago, it was still.