The first fuse-y-form poem.

From HMS (Hunter, Monk, Skeleton) , III about the original metaphor
and the muse, 89 - Fusion(2001),

fusion

Affectionate armchew
in the sunshadow of the skyblue
has no foxclawtangents
reached for by branchearth
in patches not soiled by gloveglobes
in the waxcord of an echotree
deadloose cloudbow
Icarushempcollar in a visceralsheetskirt
virginred
is throwing molotovfeathers
at an oillicked and clothless Cupid
This is rainbowmastication
in the sunshadow of the skyblue
where the luminacomplexion grow
its sunspectredance