Siren Song

Amidst the putrid oxygen of Earth,
You can hear the Sirens;
Calling from the trees of the beyond.
'Climb to us and join our song.
We have oranges and berries,
And lips of liquid love.
We have lakes of honey,
Where dolphins speak and walk like men.
Our hair: the strings of harps,
And we salsa dance from branch to branch.

Caramel

Tiny latina tits bound up in a brassiere of equal weight stretched to Infinity they will never Be.
Blue eyes painted onto of the Lids
Stockings for socks in the desert weary Heat
Asses like fists of Caramel
Carrying mannequin heads with wigs of marble Greece in the corner of the cafetería Cosmos
Black speed mulatto death trap po-lice Playground
Ironclad hairspray pubic lazers with not an inch in the Pants
Scimitar black female Samurai milking tequila to howling baby's Midwife
SHOTS FOR EVERYONE!!!
Tapeworm Jiardian Eyeballs
Alvarado
Colorado
Nevadas of Torrance and La Hara Krishnas of dancing public nonsensical Incense
Wafting ecstatic subway cripples and calle kids in abandoned holy squat of psycho trance and skull bruising dance on the Adobe Wall
Bottled water yerba toothbrush stinking of old wooden spider Agave
Ten meters underground in the Pantheon of our eternally empty tombs of Love
Riding the evolutionary crest onto of the final beach break Sonata nightmare of inbred genetic Chaos
A flashflood of information overload soaked up by mountains of unread recyclable textbooks on the soul: An Introductory Course
Ten toes and a body leaking heaven's Juices
Birthing innumerable babies into dusty blue placenta Fountains
Shifting time and headless down the Pyramid Steps
Spewing tears to fill the Ocean basins and looking for a job in the sweat grinders of flea hole border surfing immigration raids in the shadow of twin Archangel Gabriels with dyed blue mullets and fistfulls of pig lungs and chicken innards Reasonably Priced
Wild backscratching mimes wailing echolessly in steam god motel room witchdoctor painted arm to uña in melted Gold
Tatooed with molten iron finger thick holes in the ears that listen to the whispers of assassinated Aztec bird wings flapping past the speed of light year holy voyage in blackwater Chiapas Selva
The Universe in god's left breast nursing milky highway constellations
Occular cult Lazarus curses the miracle of his stolen black ink dos canvas and imaginary brushes
Sculpted Six-headed Buddha in the Brain
Marble dust furiously out the ears in volcanic plumes that ecclipse the pupil Sun
Blind
Untouchably Deaf
In a scentles haze of tongueless Passion
Allegorically immune, impermeable, and imperfect to all things External
As she whispers tales of ancient spacecraft landings in the meteor lake and chases scorpions around and ironcast bird in the Island Park
Laughing: Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee, Ah-hee-hee,...........................................................................

Patrick Ryan Dunn Sullivan is a mathematician, linguist, and poet living indefinitely on the Korean peninsula.

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