now you got y’r strings
vibes&bellows as well
tied up in a pretty bow
these pleasantries so many dismiss
what lengths I would go
again to trace the gentle swell
of busom, navels&hip
phoenix swan-dive in y’r kiss
galaxies in collision
psychedelic rainbows in oilslicks
that homicide down the street
is news ‘round the world
every rise&fall of y’r chest
I count six hundred and sixty-six
hands falling open w/ resignation
I let go of my dream girl
I’m just an early worm in an earlier robin’s beak
a minor detail easily overlooked
an unnamable namelessness I lack the enzyme
to break down into bits easier to digest
solitaire is not a game
nevermore nonetheless I’m fish-hooked
better keep an eye on the coalmine canary
or could it be just a red herring?
pardon me sir – spare a match
and who’s the woman behind the man in black?