the zombie prestidigatior's hungry flourish

with what milky substrate to telluric chignons
you beasts sniveling under this
single visage of dead women
floridly fingering the murderous rocks
at the extremities of the isle, bringing
conches’ tropic vastness to cracked lips, pouting luridly
over lost destinations, the itineraries written
in unfamiliar tongues that would have scheduled you there,
the mauve timbre of those forgotten corners’
jangling night music, your pockets overflowing
with preemptively punched tickets, your memories
with the tempests of stamping feet in art museums.
there the cadres of a nulled science await you,
ears stuffed with incomprehensible patois, surfeits
of islands engulfed by gluttonous pennies

with what milky substrate to telluric chignons
prophet of islands obliviated, like pennies,
you sleepless somnambulists trawling fingerless
the declensed cases of verbs we
only dared to mutter

you beasts sniveling under this
single visage of dead women
the gorgeous once of luxury and opalescent milks
glistened with summer’s pulsing,
beautiful chains transfixed with errant fingers
when the drooping pentacled stars, unguided,
wheeled over the bawling black gods
atremble in your veins