The Castle (Part Two)

Leaves I am turning over
After I have fallen into a tube
Open their jaws
And, like smoked consecrators, yawn
I am definitely tired of endings
I prefer large frail blossom-painted bowls
Of hilarious salad

I survived something inexplicable
I was thrown into water
My craving was to burn down all churches
And bone every parish priest
I could not get enough white substance
Where was she when the sentence
Was dawning on me?

Purring in a cat's nest
Glimmering out of a teapot
Now I imagine deserted tin mines
Whose hidden galleries outflow into meadows
Walled by a forest
Such were my cards
Such the development of my psychotronics

While she was dipping her tongue
Into an obvious schlemiel
One hundred years of gathering grass
Two hundred of dissolution
Three hundred days of making a rapture
Would have been enough
For a carnivorous churchman

To confess his wings
While her spine would be bowing to wet plants
The castle was made from chewing gum
Strawberry, Raspberry, Billberry, Huckleberry
Bloomsberry and Gooseberry
We would survive in a vegetarian plot
So far so hungry

Yet if there are refreshments on the train
And a corpse beneath it
If rails are overflowing with skin
May elections be cancelled
And the civil society not have a long winding
Critics sneak around, searching
For mushrooms left after a snow-storm