Wednesday, February 1, 2017


the dew venom's noose
in case summer thinks
oh oh
what a long noose

Where Do We Come From?
What Are We?
Where Are We Going?

that in a deep and shrouded blue wood
you discover
quite by accident
an orgy of twisted and crimson fungal fauns
exploding glossy mysterious
with yellow pollen
as if the text and the sacrifice
had slip knot twins
for shinny

a souvenir