Monday, April 30, 2012

If You Have Indeed Been Running Round...

Your usual arm is more cylindrical
then your cankle
therefore looses in lush detail
dipping the spoon of ash
inside the barrel
of costly silver.

I cannot take my mind
seriously when a dowry is displayed
as much as disciples are laid.

Within psychical trenchcoatqs
and encroaching trench
touchstone thousands of
gem molecules in Pandora
of exploitative boxes.

A Russian roulette of mystery.
Deceive the doves,
loosen belt buckles tension,
eat me out again.

Laid and unladen primed of prude
luxurious rouge pronounced
upon placid seaweed
her pale lips spell out Tiger.