The eye’s taping the unattended walls
from room to room for perfumed desires
of a Powder coated rubbings of this planet
a Home from home if wasn’t so faraday
into this parable I’d return.
As I make my way to leave this pomegranate
Programmed World of ballerina’s and frozen days
To the checking gate to Chew on the vodkaised
literature of the dead On familiar bookshelf.
As strange strays that Dreamt of moccasin
boat adventure and sombreros races
and return to wager their tails on steppes
and let me know.
we must venture on Into this life
Having landed alone like a spotted friend
Who Like me could have be a spotter
Racing In this life and orbiting into the next.