Acid lizard grin
on a jade cat bell,
Passion pins about
Languid kiwi valley haze.
Red eyes, Rolled smooth
Bleeding ragged at the edges
Low drooling, pear juice hum
Dripping down the chin,
Tasted on the tongue.
Plugged nose moan
Scuffle slide drag
Scrape soles sand on old ridged planks
Lily cool murmur
Round bowl howl
Covering over the world
With one tortured joy
A spiraling Precession of Crenellated Tessellations.
The savage knife cuts
refracted into precise hard lines.
I am working with rhythm and sound here. Let me know if you can hear it. This is definitely an experiment.
Myriad Ways 
There is the most beautiful sounds here and the rhythm is cheeky, not too rapid and … well, it is fun to read! I have theories about sounds and how the mouth forms as you read aloud – how the way your mouth moves is an interpretation of the mood you are conveying. Oh I’m not explaining myself very well but anyways, your poem here is a wonderful conundrum for the tongue… almost every word that is next to eachother forces the mouth into a different motion so it gives off a staccato effect – fun, lively and exciting. I’m really interested to see where this goes 🙂
I just read it again out loud and I think understand what you are saying. Conundrum is a great word and fun to say too. Thanks for the feedback.