between the hourglass tattoo between her fingers
between the pretence of a past tense wearing thin
between desire and deception
a preconcepted ill repute of external wonderment
where bathes the autistic Liger
in a stream of her makers powdered milk;
between the fathom and the furlong
where twists the knives of the thriving athiest
sister of the sun
mother of the moons\' incarcerated doubt
with her stout heart and steady aim
so wings the steady progress of her digestive heart\'s unsteady flight;
between Dante\'s hell and her pale green skin of Oak
where her tempermental offspring thrive on the saliva of her eyes
in splintered nests possessed with obsessions cut and dried
with their test tube monk and his spunkless prayer
crawling like a Scuttle Crab with his splintered hands blooded, bruised and battered;
between us and them
between a mundane and a miracle
before the healing of progressive scorn
I can do nothing more but witness
the shitless wonders of a cold war in a summer heat
giving reason for a heaving lungs release from a captives grip;