once more onto the cushion of your samphire breast
where the mountain seed
blessed the tormented tide of a raging sun
with a thoughtful grimace
mocking the fading memory of a dry clouds\' fleeting glimpse
of a quatered eye on gods unshaven chin;
the hill where hibiscus flowers
shadowed my fruitless arms and cradled my mothers possessive feet
where once she crawled beneath the sandstorms muted heat
outlawed my wired jaw
and saw straight through my abandoned tungston fist;
it was the heavens teeth
with its\' bracelet strangling my wrist
who witnessed the murder of my youth
paddled the waters of my halloween brain
and enhanced the chanceless ache of my buttocks bastard child;
the chordless chimes from a stigmatic plantains\' voice
I had no choice
I either danced with the demons of the sea
or I grew old with the sadness of a willows whispered cry!
I have eyes for only what I see
on this land of blightly
with her ever so salted yet slightly altered disgruntled point of view
follow her trend?
or bend with her archbishops sword of a seasoned harvest storm?
mourn my death
draw breath from the wishbone of the blue whale wearing mink
sink and be gone
and blink no more
with the poisonous rant of an ants late morning climb.
mime within the diesel of my despair
part my hair
and chance your arm with my lethargic purple vein;