when jesus stole my avocados\' brain
lost inside the symphony of a windchimes\' tender mouth
when my tazered skull melted into the hands of stolen pines
my naked brain still tortured by the wholemeal maid and her lactose intolerant eyes;
when the atlantic wind chewed through the fibres of my submissive heart
- half man - half beast - half way home -
where awaits my heated bourbon and my stone cold custard cream
where awaits my crippled argument in its\' wheelchair submarine;
my seagull hands now biting through the melting quarrys\' screams
as distant ships come sailing in through a pacifying mist
long distant prayers as persistant as my constant search for a more abnormal view
like a counterfeit engraver spelling nonchalance on the foreskin of my wrist;
I am at war with the raw skin that now sags from my ageing arms
like a cave aged cheese maturing in a smoking jackets pocket of foolish regret
in convalascent mood behind the condescending science of silent reprieve
still unable to unravel what as yet I am unable to perceive;
glazed with the ice of the honeysuckles hostile wings
as I sang like a drunken slug-rat in a tactile quarantine
when jesus stole my avocados\' brain
when he stole the very reason for my treason on the high seas of romantic espionage;