In morning
Suckle the sorbet teat
Gone to hill ground
Hostile Kelly-green wanderings
Solipsism sky in flagstones
Dressed in worn blue velvet.
Swat alighting satire from shoulder and neck
Bread-dance in Sun-bomb fallout
Bronzed Moravians with digital
Un-itching wrists.
Vanish Sepia into Pagan Tuscany
Where polarity cannot frighten
And magnets do no harm.
Mossy-chested and soft and hard pallets
Filled with earth
Tasting of stone and strawberries
Gaiabytes of love, soul & mechanus
Gasoline clear as water
And smiles pointless enigmas
Ritalin Aesop and fluorescent tube-fingers.
Come reds
Reds and grapefruit in hostile sky-shimmer
Heart in a pot filled with fume-water,
Suckle Europe and Red Asian Rainbow dry
In morning.
