with miracles and matches
bright gods of saffron
sucking dry the purpose of a flame
that burns unaided
more purple than the squirrel of intent;
time spent alone
ozone free
hanging with the petals of a pine.
devoid of unkempt trilogy
a comedy divine;
hormone free
celibate in a house as green as glass
growing Spring three colours of a thought
that comes and goes
from the belly of an orthopedic shrew;
my marigold
as pure as premature
limping through the armpits of a dawn
trilling with a skylark
doused with diesels love through a spit of grease;
how long deceased
my bones with acupunctures hidden gem?
led by candlelight
squinting with my bearded eyes of snow
to hells own theory
painted on the backside of a duck.
unorthodox
this quill and ink
sinks it\'s teeth all hours of my days
deep inside the darkness of my brain;
with miracles and matches
stability and mime
led by candlelight
a comedy divine;