Stomachs
Heap
Themselves
Into a green fuse
primrose smelling
Yellow as butter
Function follows food
Gratification
Decays
Transports
Angelifies
In sacraments
Eventualizing rockets
Of perfume
Or blood
Wonder is an august
Fraught
Debacle
Beginning with a madman
Clayed to the ridge
Taught as guilt
Twice as boney
Space is the place
Where fractals gallop
Turning blackness
Into fronds
18 billion years
To become
It took
I'm all horns n ears now
To undo the chip
I had
Like the tag of a cow
I don't want to see my dad
He's at the top of forever
Bloating
Like a punter
Tipped into the landfill
Of eternity
By a little yellow digger
Stomach ache goes on
Hurting me
Magnified sunlight
Digging a vein
Bursting the bank
Of a ruptured vessel
Running its flame
Crossword blank
Good burn my blood
Nothing special
Iron and fairies
Bird songs wrestle.
21.11.17.
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