in a petit pois mood on the surface of a scar

in a petit pois mood on the surface of a scar

sugarsnap teeth gnawing through the dungeons of my landscape tamborine

where somewhere hides a fallen acorns dark and distant mood

deep inside a coalmine with a pickaxe burning bright

a miner in his cocktail dress

super enhanced and chancing his arm on a romantic Sunday night;

a glass of stout for the pouting lips of a red star singing soul

as her dentures dance and frolic with a foreskins rock and roll;

kisses for a bootleg wine that pours through the pors of inflamable plastic macks

high on chicken wire as the tonsils love breaks wind and answers back;

deep inside the eyes of a pancreas delight

scented sugar cubes overpower the flowering peppers overindulgent scream

as a heatwave dangles its' treasured hook into a suffocating light

bondage in a corduroy suit

masked and amused by the death of a strangers appetite

he loves her more, she loves him less;

he loves her yet, she loves him not.

a terminal flame it is

an eternal flame...............it's not!