in progress from fractured burps

Opening the Eyelid
(for David Rattray)

ripped by rum and oranges

we’ll picnic here

there’s no difference

between homecoming and going

God’s whiskers on Jesus skin

I have an inside to my outside

fireflies in a leaf filtred limelight

thereby fulfilling a prophecy

every moment empty space shines 

bathtub rings

I think of your children in spacesuits

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