too long gone
silhouette and the bribe of pedestal
hanging free of purpose
from a time discreet
seclusion second guessing second chance;
a souvenir from the blind uncivilised
black viola, lazy as a crab
sleeping in the armpit of a song
with daisy-chains eclectic in a mood
of colours mixed with green and lemon tea;
ten paces turned
burned and tortured
violence in the hidden touch of silk
milking manhood\'s Monday afternoon
king of guillotine . queen of thunder;
a still-born stare
cold-vein blue
a headless chomp on a sweet potato chip;
fried and flustered
harpsichord and shit!
sentiment with an echo from a coin
speed of life
premature
loin and linen
consulate unclean;
a vulture in a bra
prehistoric man
with panoramic views
and oh my dear!
look what they\'ve done with the blues;