Trismegistus Dismembered

and to think you must put your milk in it said
sslag-glasa Rose-nopmop
on the second floor
am i ever angry
uaot y bervaayH, which hold about a bottle
in the midst of a forest
with dangling tensions like decapitated hyenas laugh collodion chink tractor or a financing like a freeway from the branches of the trees rush
with a sound like a tubercular moth
who wishes
is perhaps ylmlac numbered
the pale gold of
have you found
and symbolical signs

of or underneath there is a gnisir trembling like a glow-worm on its knee