A diplomatic rug burning for an ankle biter sipping on an orange bitter coming of an aged port town harbour swabbing at the unhinged deck for a house of cards dealing and folding at the spectacle for an eye watching a space between your brows by [more]
A diplomatic
rug burning
for an ankle biter
sipping on an
orange bitter
coming of
an aged
port town harbour
swabbing at the
unhinged deck
for a house of cards
dealing and
folding at the spectacle
for an eye
watching a space
between your brows
by soothing the tension
of tight neck noughts
by whispering sweet
nothings into your
ears burning
while turning around
beside ones self
and dancing
cheek to cheek.
While idle hands
care for
a careful entropy
full of care
built inside the
the pillars of the earth
supporting the keystone
holding up a
damp foundation
echoing in empty vaults
stock piling guano
in hopes that time
will turn it into
gold
gold
gold
gold
gold
gold for pick pocket
monkey
stealing coins
and taking bits
of bites
of the daily catch
of the daily beast
snagged on a fishing
line string
tossing hopes
and dreams
down a wishing well
while swinging
from the rafters
in pure arabesque
A smart
pungent aroma
permeating like
a decay
smelling like
an oyster
card for the moment
too late to miss
side stepping
the line
and falling in
the rain
releasing
a downpour
and downgrading
from mudslides
into white
russians flooding
to wash away
the love between two
foes.
peering
peeping
peering
and peeping
and peering
into
peepholes
who used to see
by the sea shore
a history of scars
sticking out like a
sore thumb
exposed by the
eroding walls
occupying the banks
for a wanderer above the fog
trying to read
B & P
with closed lips
along the expanse
across a fence
of picket teeth
of brittle plaque
and bright
enamel pipes
hollowed out
for a whistle
blower
to gust away the
tepid seas
churning
into a
perfect storm
An addiction
is a full circle
circumnavigating the ring
bahn to ban
a good place to start is
the beginning
from the end
of a borderless
perimeter
for a mouth
open wide
open up
opening
smearing a
red lip hanging
from a bottom lip
quivering
into a closing
and
a lifting
of the chin
to gaze down
the nose of
sin.
reheating
a bubbling
grilled cheese
in hopes to consider
a space between
its molten ravines
while drawing lines in the sand
to divide and conquer
and crumble
and rot
and mould
and perish
from aggression
into digestion
of acid reflux
and gastronomic influx,
to eat and pray and love!
to all laid bare
on a cool slate
of cold economy
immaterialized by
labour
and laboratory
and lab
for a petri dish.
Mottled thoughts
riddled with german verbs
and spanish lisps
in a language
tossed like salad
riming at the brim
bulging at the bib
of a boiling
bibimbap
melting and simmering
the cauldron
while stirring the pot!
behind whispers
over wireless cables
carrying fuzzy incantations
asking,
is there wifi
on Mars?