i was born with a heart locked box
feeling fragile from the odd talk botched
my lot was born with a melancholy moon
thats proof of a hangmans joke
same damn boat that i sail
through a dark water wave found me a paintbrush
drank from a sacrificial cup
then smile like a gleam
virgin white ghost
half a jaw bone in the dusk
i wept in the street for the night
had to fall forward and clutch
dew on a brow
made a collage out of flesh
always impressed
like art brut rainbow wings clouds had drooped
im flood out of the coop
another shy flower to root
light to behold crushed in the mill
infinite germ thousands of blooms
lonely hill and the plot not crossed
its a web that will clot nonstop
when a mountain will melt thats still felt
red as a winepress my mess had evolved
with a mournful hue i might just mingle anew
cooing crow purple and gold murmering cold
its a robbed pot shot
loom of the weaver had broke
im send grief to erode
with the tourmaline in my wreath
feathery patience will molt
i manifest what i wrote
bladed wheat great unseen
blinding kiss of a dawn
im like picabia putting my plynth where i please
but my knot got knocked
its dumb im break through with a lunge
how many cantos i plunged
no grudge im just a spawn im a bastard
wiping away growing warm
hours fold crawling worm
rope was drawn round by neck by the creek
true by a spell ima breathe
stuck in the hall of a death
i pulled the hermit and laughed