yesterday was my birthday
it came to me and went away
like a kaleidoscope of colours
i feel enhanced and set to stray.
multitude of a thousand destinations
caught in a web of destitute Brazilian
prostitutes, whoaring, i pimped
sizzling, fizzing.
As if goose fat on potato's
creating, roasted
my brain on fire, thinking
toasting.
BBQ, you, are cooked on the outside
yet raw in the middle
I play on bow strings of the double bass
i fiddle upon the fiddle.
Treacle me, absorb the sauce
flailing one fine way
cook my age in absorbent times
yesterday was my birthday.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment