all numbers tell a story\'s solitaire.
there are no rules cologne or otherwise.
between the thighs of skull the hidden itch
life in fullest bloom the fostered child.
a cloud two miles where stalks a serpents will
sucking through the pages to the seven toes of one
pedestrian in thought the bitter walk
silence breeds it\'s pollen through the jacket of a scar.
how far are we from source of Nile composed?
by sweet design comes borderline inane
the breath of thieves more stench than fingernail
a polished stone of lips to stitch and cross.
inside a cage of thoughts unbandaged wound
at one with mark and makers final hour
now all my five and senseless borders closed.
foot-and-mouth from the tonsils to the sex
shell of man in a two-dimensioned sea.
twelve times condemned to premature such grief.
strange love this braille of tactile eyes now touch
the fruits of war that beg a higher hound
to bury bone of cinders hand and heart.
deliver me from hells own porcupine
wax my lyrics jack o lantern high.
how long now love forever red inside?
I have spied two lovers bright as a migraines smile
when Sylvia took my hand and dared caress me with a smile.
a million times I have kissed her sleeping eyes.
perhaps one day she will visit me
and love me for a while.