Recognize the pyramid yawns on Thursday,
swilling sun and swallowing men like Sodom.
Cellar door. O barrel of blue jean monkeys,
mark the horizon!
Hallowed mirror. Swollen pituitary,
bulbous, skyward, plastic and accidental.
Pile it on. Dismember this meager triage.
Pay me down to drink of the hurling lacquer.
Crack of Void, unbuckle my silken trousers.
Seven bells, 140 lashes.
Marry me, Donna!
Musée du Louvre, October 7, 2010