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.