MATAS

[Eric Helms]

 Between some freshly-laid piss    
and vomit from some 'china girl'    
or 'odradek,' he collapses or more      
accurately 'subsides' after tracing     

a penta-grammed ridgeline     
of ashes and stardust; right off     
the porcelain lid, shattering Corporal      
Clegg's floccinaucinihilipilification-    

nous wooden leg.  Off the bath-    
room floor,     
Boswell hums the abysmal      
name of the rose, and begins     

to confess to 'swallowing     
a bomb'     
inside *The Bahnhof Zoo*,      
the yellow to orange submarine     

in which Boswell mindfully lifts     
out from the fog of some unspeakable     
trance, at the bottom of the sea, 
ribbiting like a bullfrog     

next to Aleister Crowley, atop a blue whale's stiff corse.