if the vibrations were bad
i didn't mean it
and were i natrix or starving or mad
would i still would mean it
when i'm cow by the hands of organs
some beyond each tongue to interpret
what choice for these garden burdens?
to taste the tone air tears to whet
it's a wonder when anytimes understood
when all spoke cryptic fork necessity
turning turns the workweek maskwood
now heartwood duct by selfsame artery
so maybe this time it found its way deeper
some warmth unslight from acerbic sunlight
through capillary skin and by the very grass of her
vessel for a radiant summer night
and i once saw a barred grass snake
walk on thames water
it was exactly like pure gold
is a little red, too
