when jesus stole my avocados' brain

when jesus stole my avocados' brain

lost inside the symphony of a windchimes' tender mouth

when my tazered skull melted into the hands of stolen pines

my naked brain still tortured by the wholemeal maid and her lactose intolerant eyes;

when the atlantic wind chewed through the fibres of my submissive heart

- half man - half beast - half way home -

where awaits my heated bourbon and my stone cold custard cream

where awaits my crippled argument in its' wheelchair submarine;

my seagull hands now biting through the melting quarrys' screams

as distant ships come sailing in through a pacifying mist

long distant prayers as persistant as my constant search for a more abnormal view

like a counterfeit engraver spelling nonchalance on the foreskin of my wrist;

I am at war with the raw skin that now sags from my ageing arms

like a cave aged cheese maturing in a smoking jackets pocket of foolish regret

in convalascent mood behind the condescending science of silent reprieve

still unable to unravel what as yet I am unable to perceive;

glazed with the ice of the honeysuckles hostile wings

as I sang like a drunken slug-rat in a tactile quarantine

when jesus stole my avocados' brain

when he stole the very reason for my treason on the high seas of romantic espionage;