I was riding such a huge cat…

(if one unscrewed its head
one could realize what a termite was that)

around us but through the fog
the square jeans were swimming…the golden
ass cursing from spring the gooseberries
and the egg-plant

flocks of curetted cats
were also flying closer and
closer (the scarlet one with a spleen
in its claws)

and
if I rudely shot my right
hand I got 9 cannon barrels
and 6 leaking brides

“outlawry melancholic song played
at the nickel-keyed bird”