Garbary 11
(Elblag, Poland 28th August 2009)
the tactile
is whipped
into the other
eye and I'm a
bunk bunking
on tip toes
jeepers
creepers
in this patch
of northern Poland
red stars
dot the graveyard
and if everybody knew
what they want
there would be
no government
people people
this is a riot
the measure of love
is to love without
measure
I'm suspended
in the ethical
in this palace
of baby gods
oh baby I'm
going to give
you a mystery
in this wormy spermy
canal after that final
yes the point comes
trotting after