The Normal Monster



sings in the Green Sahara







The voice and offal



of the image of God







make Celtic noises



in these lyrical hells







Hurricanes



of reasoned musics



reap the uncensored earth







The loquent consciousness



of living things



pours in torrential languages







The elderly colloquists



the Spirit and the Flesh



are out of tongue







The Spirit



is impaled upon the phallus







Phoenix



of Irish fires



lighten the Occident







with Ireland's wings



flap pandemoniums



of Olympian prose







and satinize



the imperial Rose



of Gaelic perfumes —



England



the sadistic mother



embraces Erin







Master



of meteoric idiom



present







The word made flesh



and feeding upon itself



with erudite fangs



The sanguine



introspection of the womb







Don Juan



of Judea



upon a pilgrimage



to the Libido







The press



purring



its lullabies to sanity







Christ capitalized



scourging



incontrite usurers of destiny



in hole and corner temples







And hang



The soul's advertisements



outside the ecclesiast's Zoo







A gravid day



spawns



gutteral gargoyles



upon the Tower of Babel







Empyrean emporium



where the



rejector-recreator



Joyce



flashes the giant reflector



on the sub rosa









