should i talk as wind or flower guilt as taurus?
to the face i can\'t belong,
where sailors ripe as crotchweed,
their chants of boils for the vegan sea,
remember me as timeless phrase
of ripcord juice from the weird eye.
pulling strings where once my queen of lungs,
breathed shorline wig, as love unrecognised;
should i run as fly or count all buttered ships?
to the brain i cannot swim,
for the journey north from the hanging mouth,
tasting tulips blood of sorceror on his pets wall.
(tame dragonfly, maimed mermaid,
flame of whale in a blue sperm box)
my chicken pox now laundry pale,
breathing shoreline wig, still love unrecognised;
must i sharpen blade or tantrum rum on the sea mass?
drowning towns in cited citys white as coral tea;
i know she swam three bended knees!
i cannot rain, i cannot run,
nor dry the tanning daisy in her sea foam.
four clovers leaves, still empties guts on the sea rug,
hugging cautious winds as the white-horse gallops love,
still as breathing wig, still love unrecognised;
watch the panels of the solar as we kiss and celebrate;
we have layed our seas on the dry scalp of the sandmans head!
comes seeds of red, comes magnets for the wasping steel,
still i cannot rain cold comfort,
still i cannot run to pry.
still as breathing wig,
still both.
still love unrecognised: