no hanging grief
to sail the seven oceans in a grave;
death came and went torpedo to the heart.
when no heart sings
time endless to the comfort of a scream;
the frozen glands of kneecap to the spleen
unseen by eyes of leprechaun
two strangers dance as he, a noble man
she queen of Capricorn;
loves epitaph on the crooked sea.
tarot cards sing loud as blood lies lost;
to be undead as lovers in a face
to weld a wiseman\'s cancer
to the iron of a chest;
be dammed the skies that sucks a painted eye;
porcelain to powder
ashes bright as earthquake in a brain.
time tracks the flood now running through a vein;
sideways to heart and compass
a blind mans dream face down a common crawl;
hunger comes as hatred
to the stomach of the stars;
applewood for the Jersey cow
why now his bearded feet walk tall a sorrow?
the steam that burns the engine
spins endless to the six;
the home of hormone, gentlemen, and sex;
an erected thigh to a hearts delight;
mother, course as mustard
dry as gin; the apples of her heart
shaped as man, her Sunday womb
wished only death the spoon that bled her hunger;
thunder in the eyes
the grunting fig as dull as wounded marrow.
a barrow-boy on the hanging grief;
to sail the seven oceans in a grave;