Flesh On the Bones

SeasonThe sex skull anybody? the spine hey flesh on the bones of sex the ribs hey the arms baby the legs of sex the sex hands the feet hey anybody? hey The skeleton now baby hey Where do now these poems hey the poems of sex bones of metaphors go? where do these sex poems die? where is the sex grave baby, anybody? hey for the skeletal remains winding of the dead that still linger from beyond, anybody? The skull baby hey the spine Now the ribs now, anybody? Season the arms the sex legs hey Flesh on the bones the sex hands the feet baby hey the sex fingers winding the toes hey, anybody the wicked sex skeleton sex bones Now winding where doet these poems without flesh go where do these poems wander? where season is their wicked resting place? how do they ressurrected be? name skeletal remains Flesh on the bones winding chasing a wicked soul of the life its living to be born again baby anybody wicked the bones winding the hollow Now wicked shallow Now pitiful baby today bones winding wicked masquerading as bones of metaphor today of a poem winding