- Vol. 03
- Chapter 10
I am apiOnce I wore Breton on a boat,
can't do water now, flat screen
nothing to hang a bikini on.
A shire horse in Norfolk owns
my shoe collection, my toes are buried
in the cathedral of a mole.
I gnaw with gravestone fragments
while placing a perfect pout on Mt Everest,
grow shadows in the desert.
I cool hot wired fingers in a politician's pond
then pop a camel in his duck house.
Photoshopping all day, I might paint me
a loin cloth lover later for a little light
I follow 2,000, some follow me.