Time Is a Sausage
Time is a sausage
That's what he said
I’m quit fond of sausage,
He was’nt joking
time is a sausage
Drinking wine
smoking
outside
the frogs, the damn frogs
are they in the sausage
bulging at ends
connected and held by motion of skin
forced up ,
tight from the link
That's where Christ shines
defines
a moment I think
creating and ending the pressure of years
centuries past
motherless tears
sexual perversions
marital bliss
snowflakes on windows dissolve in a kiss
That is the sausage
-I ponder a drink -
but separate in wonders
glorious link!
Holding to gather
but, dividing the shore
this one from that
beginning and more
I’m quiet fond of sausage
the frogs and the wine
the place of my chair
it’s place in this time
carbon base life
a table for two
bursting with atoms
following you
until the end
-another drink-
puff
smoke
when God of creation
great words he spoke
will close up the book
time to a end
of sausage, frogs
wine with a friend.
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