I need no eye, neither telescope
can draw my breath from the puzzled hand
the fix of fixtures beating brow on the safe man\'s knot;
not for the sellers arm, left right or tooth,
can I walk unaided, limping in a straw-foot,
of Porcupine,
a travelling spine for the grape-seed grind,
hind-leg-happy. lungs in a pigs heart.
meat as bone in a crackling box,
as lost as she, chicken-pox on a greek skin,
tinsel queen; she came with rust on a mustard grin,
sinning saviour to the sibling\'s young on a carousel of lime.
safe haven not; love favours only cracked leaves as the snow fly\'s,
feed bamboo shoots a bullet through the heart;
salmon has her son; son both young, stiff as ox,
bucking grass forget-me-nots,
swings sword and swine; pigs eared and drunk
on crispy duck, half-way down her swelling tree!
safe-havens house is closed this night.
be mental only when they tell us so.
i love her bridge;
she hates me when i snow!