Over Peanut Butter Pie
Possibility
of The Devil proffered but
fiercely rejected
Possibility
of The Devil proffered but
fiercely rejected
Eye would paint the sky
in oils feathering greys
for M(eye) clouds of Gold
Eye just recycled
A Men’s Summer catalogue:
Eye H’aint Got No Man
Sun-meshed horizon
colouring clouds, Eye can hear
M(eye) morning bird song
Why not wipe him out
with one swipe of my black pen
and take back my son?