Screeching Howl To the Fair Wind

At the traffic dodged broken barrier My clown eclipses pinholes gander Reeked in the phallic sundust Pouring out in putrid urgencies Human beams of ghastly thought Clinging to lucrative belly rings Bastion of glowing hope tied to rope Losing abundance in American swamps As we creek our bells across the world Drowning coca cola babies all the same Puns, cliques, and gospel truants I am fearless to step on statues To heckle hairdos and smeckle bear feuds