Gas Bill

Tiny shrinking candle popping heads explode in envelopes
Of adamant instruction finding out the sins of heliotropes
Beyond which other bussing fiends are hissing in the opera
To read, and die, eviscerate unholy phantom garganauts
Redoubt, insect dramas of the pounding of the temples
Dancing, dying slowly in the shadow of Sierra

"Maps are rippling through the tongue
but it all shies away into a slide of mouth,
thin look, tall stand, pull away"

Strangled by medallions unearthed in stinking pits of pitch
Undone by diplomatic lice that hound like dogs, and pray, and preach.
Besides a sudden itch.

Gone down, gone under sweeping carpet, flailing arms and bleeding nose
Done, distracted, fear of flying, rarity and twisted tongue
A bird called out of battered houses
Grey and softened with the rain
Of paper pilot crystalline un-
Holy children part and
Swing and curl and
Break their heads.