nothing can fade
into its future
black
lightning
SKRAK!
bolumbahumba yanayana oomhaa
nothing
and
where the green bird balances
on the snoring head
nothing can fade
into its future
SKRAK!
a blackbird rides
green lightning through a play
where some apologetic people come out of eggs
that sit up there pre-cracked on the table
with a jag like
SKRAK!
and so a man with a crooked hat says
"sit up straight you crooked cunt!"
SKRAK!
the green bird strikes
its feathers are green lightning
its comes from a play in the future
the play fades
i remember the old farmer smiling
a bull with pink eye
one horn up
one horn down
an ideology
SKRAK!
You have thousands of Lotus Feet,
and yet You do not have even one foot.
You have no nose, but you have thousands of noses.
This Play of Yours entrances me.
