my trunk, my hand, my broken hooves my head, my shaggy mane
my trunk is wedded to a loam (via oscillating and molten pyrex beaks) in which sky-blue livers sing. my hand will enter the word as the platypus will enter the steel bladder of the shattering apsidiole. my broken hooves are conjoined (via rubberized antoinettes) to a hobby-horse whose complexion of treacle is a beach of naked and foetal mammoths. my head will enter the song as the hydra will enter the communal bath-house whose walls are intestinal stones lined with vomiting birdcages. my shaggy mane is communicating (via hybrid polios) to a fecal temenos whose diamond- lined senator molluscs breathe heavily through green louvred esemplastic jewelry throats.
