Behind the Green Door

Behind the Green Door

Amnesia the pocket serum sacrament 

blow dart dawn to the waking saints 
in a sun split perforate tissue.

A creeping yellow slow as subatomic
parcels, chutes lateral in jeweled stars.

Antibodies spun in fool's gold hold to
sugar angels arches; her steady rocking

sperm, a siren tip, hair ribbons;
a body and her release, orgasm’s

rocking chair flooded, shadow spindle
wood, locked sighs in paint’s drying point.

Downcast we pull acoustic chlorine's
loose guns to no effect. Bodiless we weave

in the Red Letter sewn to a target, notes
of a glass violin always closer. Our Icarian

forceps leak away as diurnal shadow,
All to the music box’s silk purr

Flypaper music bars holding the grooves
seen through De Chirico’s silkscreens,

white star bits falling in webbed geometry.

Gouaches wreathed on medusa’s head
her night music laced, her auroral doll roast.