The jainsburrow of lovely minds
walked the rains low down path
fickle, he said, anorexic, my
frankenstein patchwork of words
I can kiss anything to anything,
A brain and a bird, a mouth to meat,
blackerjacks, nuggets, rivets and stones,
myopia and its glasses, red and the dog;
now to open up our palms and
glance the sun, my words will work at it