No Deeper Than A Six

no deeper than a six

half-dead as poets

tobacco brown

more imperial than a thousand frosts of time;

no walls to hide the Autumn from the eye

of sorrow lame

crawling with a Pheasant 

through astrology and rhyme;

this song that sings to nowhere

bible black

voices from Argyle to sweet anon

pepper-green

for the sweet smell of a Rose to walk upon;

all things as this

one substance from the colours of the brave

the beauty of the marker

slave to Master

Mistress to amphetamine 

digging deep our secrets to a grave;

as pure as penicillin

one substance lacking taste

from a god of China

barking with a postmark

with her cinnamon and paste;

no heavy heart

score years no less than money up a tree

in monkeys stomach

as pale as he abandoned 

in our  Ezra's very own Sargasso sea.

murder me a lime

suggest I prove no more all what is mine;

you are you

in petticoat and plaster.

I and I

beneath your stars

to Hell of ever after.

melancholy not

the powers of a word.

what treasures are our own

that we should swear on oath as lovers should?

half me

half Sycamore.

you are you

pulling flowers 

deeper than a six;

I have loved you twice already

with the fruits of summer mixed;