when

when the clown in drag met Mary at the Autumnal Christmas bazzar

soaked in camel piss and jesting with the legionnares disease

meat in honey under sun soaked plasters of tomatoes in summers spit

the royal oak of distemper muddles through the waves of sunshine shit;

watch as the protesters march through the slime of disenchanted needles and thread

as bluebells mate with daisies as my father gives my sister ten seconds head;

the world will end at noon when the sharpened pencil scribbles on nibbled cheese

while rats tail sings with the purple skin of the french fried battered breeze;

as she rapes the cuckold grape while slates the sinking skin of abolished flame

it is all about the loitering of prophets doom on spoons of blistered keg;

a swelling for the culling of Novembers'pregnant eyes

with her doomsday cigarette and her pythons pipe

her ripening gut in her cuckoos' hut with her slices of peach beneath her apricot sheets

breasts as tender as pork loins as she bathes in a stream of fermented heat

I want her crystal fingertips and her caramel toes

who knows but the priest of jargon? who really knows?

the reason why five seasons come and go;

an everlasting casting of lines on her vaginal walls

as the hook of the fishermans tongue tickles her arched spine

and buckles with the belt of four hungry horsemen with their snow of isolated screams.

red gold on solid pine in orthopedic shoes

let the lady sing with her blue eyes burning bright

let the huntress ring her neck below flamingo skies

rage against the mood of sudden change

rage, rage and be merry

with the blueberry pie and iced tea;

remember me;