while I sleep in the holes of my eyes two ancient rocks are tapping inside a bouquet of cinnabar red thrust of maw strum of hallooed machinations twisted zounds quivering to the beat ..............I try to withdraw * * * ..........as my eyes open junked arias plumes of snakes rise up from the imagination of hell ..........I see the sky replaced .........stars crouch like jaguars ...................eternity stretches I must dissolve so I can love you * * * the flavor of blood unto mouther .................buxom seeds .......on my lip my heart is .............on my tongue sits I sigh like sweet olives .............sparkle and this |
Dave Brinks........ |
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