in a petit pois mood on the surface of a scar
sugarsnap teeth gnawing through the dungeons of my landscape tamborine
where somewhere hides a fallen acorns dark and distant mood
deep inside a coalmine with a pickaxe burning bright
a miner in his cocktail dress
super enhanced and chancing his arm on a romantic Sunday night;
a glass of stout for the pouting lips of a red star singing soul
as her dentures dance and frolic with a foreskins rock and roll;
kisses for a bootleg wine that pours through the pors of inflamable plastic macks
high on chicken wire as the tonsils love breaks wind and answers back;
deep inside the eyes of a pancreas delight
scented sugar cubes overpower the flowering peppers overindulgent scream
as a heatwave dangles its\' treasured hook into a suffocating light
bondage in a corduroy suit
masked and amused by the death of a strangers appetite
he loves her more, she loves him less;
he loves her yet, she loves him not.
a terminal flame it is
an eternal flame...............it\'s not!