sup

Sharp and ugly me-brow,
spilling down my cheek like oil,
damp like a burnt cloud,
tentacled bear so stupid flexible,
marooned by the mima mounds,
are you my supper clown?
Infinity sigh at the supine mistress,
gluttons bathe in gold leaf,
the terrible moon of all-contorting wretchedness,
This is now this is now this is now.