Classic Poem

remembering yestermemory the members sleep the present into growths.
teeth-haired mother-dreams who storm night's ocean high wide & ugly as an eel's green bleeding gum.

star-parade of fables pale images grow in long rows like toadstools gargoyle kernel tumors to be scraped by the long edge of language.
the ocean of night's lang-lang-language like an epileptic kleptomaniac skimming polyps from the inner skin of pulp & submembrane bulbs.

then laid in lines & layers.
lopsided cavalcade of canned scalps.