a suicide wind in a cardboard sky
pry\'s into the core of earths compelling eye
a stroll through the lives of lifes upending grief
a canopy of snow where
merchants of a slow moving cancer
chances it\'s charm on the forearms muscle of tinned beef and boiled caviar;
a shot of love
an introvenus drip
licking the palms of a sculptured priest
as he fondles the balls of a muskrat high on his very own piss;
am merry and drunk on the poisoned skunks letters to an aging flame
as it burns with a receeding heirloom as a catcuss blossoms and blooms
as a circus child dances on the triangled squares in disenchanted rooms.
bloom and prosper within the walls of a sudden reprieve
please the erected metaphors of love minus defeat
in the heat of a sixtynine
suck my toes and swallow my dragon tail smile
talk with me a while
of when death became a smile and danced with a grieving gin
as my nose became a violin and a home for a safety pin;
never mind the bollocks
Johnny was a rotten scoundrel who dared to save our queen
I know what you meant
I know what you mean
when once I thought I found you
in a dark deserted bar
dancing on the night from star to star;