Seek to dissipate boyhood
whilst maintaining desire:
Overt panderings &
Inverted wonderings &
Bells yonder ring
Knells echoing in caves
& Under things
People don’t say what they mean when
they’re pondering.
The wearing-vest chest that is
blessed as caressed,
Cut up & bloodied
to buy time to be studied.
The powder of crystal
So fine in a mist wall
(A shrouding shawl wrapped
And wrenched ’round my face)
And
Ricocheted ’round the place
Is like light out in space
Braving chasms of quarks
& light years of dark
The danger of sparks
It’s a lark so
I don’t know why you drink
Your light spirits of stink
Don’t expect things to link
Or you’ll be in the clink
Or trip over your brink
Hmm.. What should it be about Honey eh?
A mounted yet talking trout is funnier.
Is great weightless? or grace? .. or space? . ..
Time is one of my only wines
Or: 2 whine is the sum of thy lonely wines?
No