a more obvious art.
a seller selling porcupines
knee-deep nostalgia runs a hidden crab.
from a science lab
perpetual in a sudden gaze of horizontal bliss.
a kiss from the painted lips of civil war.
when eaten raw
all colours pawn their garbage bags
no dust supreme
no blaspheme from an oriental herb.
oregano born
toffee-apple brown in a pin-striped suit.
only eat it when it boils.
heaven has her landscape.
hell a darker angel now
with a wrong kiss on the flip-side of a key.
my horse\'s shoes
walking with the sparrows
to where eden gave a grace of god
and sucked one thousand apples
from the belly of a cave.
am made of a mothers milk
from a fathers groin.
three silver coins for a coconut-shy
before they came
as splinters to my ears.
I listened in
and gave my legs to where I live.
three christs alive
all painted blue.
it is cold and all the bees are fast asleep;