A Comedy Divine

with miracles and matches

bright gods of saffron

sucking dry the purpose of a flame

that burns unaided

more purple than the squirrel of intent;

time spent alone

ozone free

hanging with the petals of a pine.

devoid of unkempt trilogy

a comedy divine;

hormone free

celibate in a house as green as glass

growing Spring three colours of a thought

that comes and goes

from the belly of an orthopedic shrew;

my marigold

as pure as premature

limping through the armpits of a dawn

trilling with a skylark 

doused with diesels love through a spit of grease;

how long deceased

my bones with acupunctures hidden gem?

led by candlelight

squinting with my bearded eyes of snow

to hells own theory

painted on the backside of a duck.

unorthodox

this quill and ink

 sinks it's teeth all hours of my days

deep inside the darkness of my brain;

with miracles and matches

stability and mime

led by candlelight

a comedy divine;