Rubbishness

Imploding organs whistle smaller that the day of crimes That time recorded PRISON RAT – Reflect a moving shade. Chimneys melt like wax imagined moonlight rooves CRACK THE SKY – Emulsion’s vestibules! The theme dissolves a strip of light I lick And trim the flights of high electric bulbs – The word an insane caption each man traps: Release one prisoner per line! In words the choosing starts to loose What rubbish I have hidden: I am the pauses In the yellow silken dust Not sinking not swimming Alive in the light To my ears to my eyes To my hands to my mind: SIX MILLION TONS OF LOVE Sperm a feast While men who walk in circles through the stars Blow passion A bottle high upon the shelf The bouncing summit floods inspire The hanging man to take the moment To the glass AND NEVER TURN THE BACK