bleed blue rain.

Mark E Smith and Marcus Aurelius

Want to see their faces 

In a particular flower 

Want to leave their traces 

Like the windmill leaves 

A momentary sculp

Of indivisible laceration 

In thin air 

Ice cream mirage 

Ya ya 

Feet burning 

Like Pasolini 

Depicted Satan 

Walking through the desert 

I am appropriated 

Into conjunction 

With this image 

And this pain 

Prick me 

If you dare 

in the best tradition  

And I will bleed blue rain. 

Summer 2017