METAMORPHOSIS

my buttoned-up dress
me disguised as m()other
a trail of round candys
climbing the steep
to mouth‘s church
beneath my belly‘s swell
a strip of soft fur
out of reach

an ice-cube
bridal fish
in a bliss
of white noise
cut-up
gone

only the creases of dress
remain pleated
rice nice
&
a beheaded herring
the other day

kissing the noose
of a goose‘s neck
birds of a feather
mammals of fur
beasts without breasts
flock
frock
of silk
breath leathered
lashing out

an angel’s tread
into this coat of animal
once

and again
these mushroom like sperms
on their way
speeding up
to the lychee a stuffing fungus
with a taste of green
peppermint like
fisherman’s friendly
germs

an iterant named last resort
or dark haven
salt stockings salt foot
choked shatterproof shutter-struck
by dull arguments
last bullets in time
who by fire
who by water
lost dummies
with a rim of a smile