exquisite corpse #20

An elegant filing system is
something entirely unheard of in
 our tumbling tower.

                             We
are songs of smoke
and star systems, lining
 the inside of your throat

coated with sticky fluid
that drives men strange,

or antelopes that
devour orange elephants in
 sticky sweet concoctions

reminding him of childhood treats 
and little trinkets
 which seduce

                    the
porpoises all the more 
promising, as the sun arcs
 towards a terminal

                           impact with

the resounding              silence