Carnival And Lent

Jungle, the cave         human reservoir & cistern ... .         quagmire and bog, but no alpine meadow,         fairest glance of goodness in         soiled wildflower under winter snows.         Pebbles into a cesspool,         our sometime passions alive         in the outback where honey-fuelled         ants soothe enemy bones.         My blood, tempest-whipped,         ardour drawn to the surface         fathom marks the depths         sees a spectacle on the roads         queues/Carnival & Lent,         unbridled raw and raging.         Jesus would have nails.         Poison darts,         liana and mangrove sounds         with footsteps in the distance         the blow-gun or bolo knife         attache case / cellular phone ...         "I'll kick your teeth down         your throat, professionally         speaking." Nine to five fecal         beings perform the toilet-bowl flush.         Tsetse fly with design -         sapient, sand paper rough         along the edge, dry rot to the core.         Plague rats cluster in a feeding         frenzy sampling tidbits.         Swirl of the bull fight,         colour and scope, only         its a supermarket, freeway.         Wide angle, wild angel,         Umbrage of the uppercut.         Tough-mindedness, singleness         of purpose, the glacial speed of         fairness along the sorted, sordid         circles of Spitsbergen.         Our species' jailbait reason         firing up the flashlight in the dark         for a circumspect peek in the woods sleeping.         Tell me your adventures in living.         Another hour spent         strangling a reindeer         on the taiga, boreally-speaking.