As Mad As A March Hare On Crack

as mad as a March Hare on crack

glistening in black

listening to the mellow mood of loves' defiant void.

on crooked stilts in high surrounds

standing naked as my sun-baked skin

forrages for the darkened sisters futuristic metal limbs

dredging the weary wood for the bootleg tapes of animated scrawls.

despairing dives of Saturns' rings

swimming with the Dolphins pride in search of the Tiger Prawn

draws ever insightful eyes from Beechwood frowns and the peeping Lilacs' flares.

like broken light on the column of mental plague

I am one with the coated arms on diamond sticks

reflecting the pounding swarm of deaths deserting honour.

spitting bullets into my spine

mulled wine dripping onto the flavoured torso of my swollen vanillas' pod

in my bowler hat with my walking cane for disabled wheat

limping with my scarecrow mood on Libra's painted nose.

so sweet my taste of failiure

my scented eyes crossed with the palms of submissive hands

stroking my leather with feathers dipped in an iron brew.

too few the hearts I have been taught to hate

with my Winchester cheese ruptured and squandered by a plague of Locusts feet

in my tramps shoes dancing the tango with unwelcomed ladyboy

I am a toy for the love of anal meat

as mad as a March Hare on crack!