the colour clean.
life for life; life above all else.
no fear for sake of tolerence
maternal bites it\'s lungs, two pennies drop
both heavier than lamb
in a summer\'s dress untouched.
this season where the poachers eggs lie still
sings love too deep to penetrate
our single lines of tram to matador
black-pudding proud in pots of knotted wool.
no coat-of-arms on chastity and chase
the colour clean.
life for life; life beyond all else.
the farmyard smell of cantaloupe and grape
through twitching eyes grows fast as frost allows
turning graves of worms in a turrets wheel
no eliment will rise a devils bread
at fever pitch in a crib of skin
the colour clean.
life for life; life before all else.
now the breeding waters drop their drunken calves
at one with all in monarchs root and mote
mourning flowers white on a plate of steam
the raw side of the meat now vomits change.
the colour. clear as acid.
life for life; placid be the rich;
am up to my neck in gods potato skin!