in the memory of the
scented and shiny greases
burnt for lightening
the Stomach lamp
greenishly sizzling along
the tarpaulined shore
or the semitones in the memory
of those spots on the hands and
on back

of the sour whirlpools with
stony bile or the sandy snake
with melancholic eyes
and split tongue

and of all those relatives
and aunts sailing
to far-away bellies