Black chamber, moving walls
Corrugated keyhole - an exit to vision.
Horizontal column of yellow light
With million crumpling golden dust
A kaleidoscope of crawling lumps
Of black ants and the ilk.
Here's a Peeping Tom suspended in
A saccule of thick elastic flesh,
Listening to the blubbery voices
Of the arachnids,
In echoes lulling in its own versions.
First memory of a jingled joker,
Your eyes wide and
Two pale moons held
Thin sheets of ice
Brimming cups of mock..