what colour hat?
a million pieces deep, almond cravat.
crushed lemons we of all about an eve.
one day before an ending such it is.
we as one, twice between the circle of a strand,
no high command,
heaven has less secrets now the blind see all as we.
as best I can, all I have,
fine china flown from the five wives of a tub.
if blank be true let all become the fabulous, the real;
let birds become the prey, the hidden wheel;
am half of man that squeaks a paper frill.
the put-on style,
the white veins seeking solace from the grimace of a smile.
what colour heat?
the mouth that sings of harvest
through the granite of a straw.
how brave emanel settles on a secondary skin?
in red high heels
no nightingale have I,
to navigate my cinderella\'s tail.
who by god now tresspass on the flat side of the sun?
too white the skull
that governs life
by his own light, the dull, the ill-conceived,
it is summer through the fine lines of a tongue,
neither love nor barb shall cure the morning chills.
habits masked as vultures through the ten pins of a bowl.
we are holy, we are whole
we are as pure as ice,
two mothers in the twilight
in a gift of common sense;