After all the hangings attended first row,
applauded waving yellow hankies
and blowing raspberry kisses,
Hope popped out for a smoke.
applauded waving yellow hankies
and blowing raspberry kisses,
Hope popped out for a smoke.
Sky unframed and unimpaired
sets to offend the corneas,
fuzzy bumblebees hallucinate
thoughts of empty beddings.
Their leafy collars whistle bloated
through a net vision of coordinates,
past and present-past uncaptured,
wormholes in the mesh freed them
from your crib of rough muslin crème
a grip onto fallen hair the slippery face
melts of mother’s heart
in purple mantle and drunken stride
out of a shell and into a core, preys
the ins and outs like harpooned locket and tide,
come to rest on this balcony of soaring drives
to watch out for strays, shrines and malaise,
present company excluded of course.