Portraits III

between nose-red gross
walls    sprawling with tipsy
tables the abominable
floor belches smoky

laughter into the filigree
frame of a microscope
stage whose jouncing curtain.    ,rises
upon one startling doll

undressed in unripe green with
nauseous spiderlegs
and excremental
hair and the eyes of the mother of

god who spits seeds of dead
song about home and love from her
transfigured face a queer
pulp of ecstacy

while in the battered
bodies the odd unlovely
souls struggle    slowly    and    writhe
like caught.brave:flies;