|art by Amandine Van Ray ©|
talked turned to juniper berries and tonics made from these
seeds carried unknowingly from the blue light systems deep
inside the galaxy ... rush sector and sorts there was no depot to
assimilate into the passing forms one might need but these
juniper berries made the best gin ... so bones be damned, flesh
was need for calming agents ... I skin sagged taut words to
herd feigned sensory disorder ...
though one must know
how to succeed
in bleeding an almost
to the point of death
each time one falls in love ...
this cardinal ordinance is
a universal application
no matter when
you became aware
of a self...
instantaneously vine-d ivy
climbs along every house
water spills ways corner rejoices
while patter sounds the rain ...
it would be hours in Jupiter time
before the next portal door would be ready ...
so I made up stories about these olives
harvested in southern Italy during Winter ...
each one, a life of frail assured
with the blessing of free will ...
oil for blood, seed for heart,
skin snap then amateur surgery
theft of bones and secreted parts
ritual lungs, kidneys and livers sold first ...
they say being drunk
is not recommended ...
but I've had worst things
to wake up to besides thawing vomit ...
so I drink away
and steady my hands
the best I can,
the way a black hole
is corner calling me ...
with tales of read fortunes too
Befana and the Lorelei,
are playing skulls by
lit fires at the sea ...
and I'm all night cap
and hair shirt
the proclivity wheel
spin and nod
or not ...