where have my eyelids gone?
where flows the circuit of my shoots?
thirty lashes more as pours the snowflakes of my dark.
what now this vision of a blurred potato skin
dressing the salad of my torso?
I am a muskateer up a polkadot tree
as the anger of my disguise
feeds me a morning of circus noise
through the gateway to my eyes\'
circling the crops of my boards
as my limpling flesh bags a seaside view;
my escorts spoon
tempting both corners of my mouth.
she was once a red salt moon.with scars
she was once of many things
that cushioned the flowers of my rain.
now my village sleeps one hour more each day.
a carniverous kiss now occupies my dreams
stale meat greets each turning of my spine
as burns a love I can no longer feel or share;
promise this when I reach my resting place
you will drink the waters of my heart
sing with the chorus of the red rose in your summer dress
as I love you from the comfort of my grave;