I Dream of You

Cutting birds on whittled feet

pour tea high

from hot kettles

spunk flashes in the eyes of grandfather goat

ribbed by the soul-less fingers of deformed childlike whores

and insanely nude blue pixies

I feel for you 

and a puddle squatting hat

laughs into urine soiled mud

waiting  for the crack of lightning

that will change the shit world we live

and love will fall’ from the branches

glowing Autumn leaves

you heaved loudly at the sky with your breasts

and you rose, pulled by them

into the pillowed sky

and the last thing I saw was the crack

of your moonswept ass

as it popped into outer space