From Z to A, a Zoetrope with Spiracles Poem by Yeow Kai Chai

Ablaze… bazaar razed. Woozy Jacuzzi, razor grazes
sleepy body. Pillory, my raggedy ghostly lullaby…

Exhumed: Oxfords, axe, pixels, toxic boombox, wax
works. Jowl whipped with buzzsaw. Who caws?

Nervous invertebrates. Severed, pelvis swivels, skivvies waver,
bubbling under. Busker strums bouzouki. Carousel churns

to circuitous currents. The Executor taps cutlass;
slouching, swinging towards some sentient conclusion. Softly,

amorous aureole radiates through skyscrapers. For years,
squads, equipped, quell quaking burqas. Aqueducts aquiver,

palazzos toppling. People, perplexed, trample. Arthropods push
forward. Flopped out of you, other nincompoops

aren't cognizant. Born into richness, mandibles yawn.
Moon's mirage shimmers. Thrum. My munificent muezzin

call, faithful slumberers… Lunging, gills flick, light
evoked. Klaverns skulk, slack-jawed. Stakes. Spokes. Thwack!

Ajar… jerky johns. Joe's jalopy junked. Jetlagged,
recline into air; Turin behind, white spires

hazy through hidden wormhole. Latched, shaft hums.
Glacier drifting… Foghorn legato languidly running rings…

Fez flits… Full fathom five, Khalifa floats…
Feverish, Joe, you've seen veldts, elephants, wildebeest

disappear. Dust. Head cocked, Devil draws endgame:
Scythe uncapped, clickety clack. Crack. Scalped volcano

blows. Womby, bipedals belch. Blubbering, gibbous forebears
sprawl across land at dawn, spiracles agape